1,000 Words: The Jitterbug

Mom and Dad

NOTE: In memory of my brother Jon, our family is supporting Wreaths Across America, which honors veterans by placing wreaths on their graves each December. We’ll be volunteering at a local cemetery on December 13th and would love for you to join us. (More information to come.)

Jon’s family has chosen to sponsor Fairview Cemetery in Columbia Falls, Montana, where Jon is buried. To donate wreaths to this cemetery, please click here.

My parents were born in 1930 and 1934. They grew up in a transformational era for music in the United States. Country, blues and gospel styles had been around for a while. But none of these genres were as exciting as Swing, Jazz and Big Band.

Dancing was a moral booster during World War II and a popular pastime for the young adults in post-war America. Not only did my parents know how to dance, but they also loved doing it. They were masters of the Swing, Jitterbug and Jive and took to the dance floor every chance they got.

Dad - Marine Corps Ball

When we were showing horses, there was often an “Exhibitor Dinner” on one of the nights, which provided an opportunity for Mom and Dad to showcase their skills. They really looked forward to these events, but I have to admit I was horrified. I was embarrassed when my parents danced, as they were always the center of attention. None of the other parents danced like they did, and the dance floor would clear to make way for them. I just wanted to be like everyone else. (Don’t worry, I have since adjusted that attitude.)

Looking back, I realize how foolish I was not to fully appreciate the gift of my parents’ dancing when it was right in front of me. Now, I would give anything to go back in time and watch them dance just one more time. Their dancing was not just a form of entertainment; it was an authentic glimpse into the people they were and a chance for me to share in their joy. It’s a regret I carry, but one that has taught me the value of seizing the moment.

“Life is wasted on the youth.” - George Bernard Shaw

Both Sierra and Steel are excellent dancers, but Leroy and I are not. Leroy knows one move that we call “The Sixth Grade Shuffle,” and I have zero coordination. Maybe this trait skips a generation. But I have learned not to take this skill for granted. While I’m not one to jump up when the music starts, I do love to watch others do it. My youthful lack of wisdom has taught me to appreciate what is before me, in the present moment.