Dancing Memories

We only have one week of dance classes left before recital. By 'we' I mean all three girly girls in the family. Yep, I'll be on stage too, alongside my girls. As I thought back on my childhood dancing days, I wondered what had become of the old barn where I took classes in the late 70's and early-mid 80's. It really was an old barn on a dairy farm in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. We parked in the gravel lot, saw the cows over the fence and went inside to the classrooms for lessons. There was a hall with a small stage, that's where we had our recitals until I was in about 4th grade. Best I can remember that is when we moved to the local middle school auditorium for recitals. I googled for the George C. Coomber School of Music and Dance and it does still exist but, alas, they don't have a website. I did find some pictures though... on a couple's wedding website. Turns out they spiffed up the old barn and you can rent it out for your event!

The front door where I went in to class. It was far more rundown back then.


The recital hall. I don't remember any chandeliers, but it otherwise looks the same.


Pre-Civil War barn


Very different from the studio in the stip-mall we go to now!