Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Sunday Song – All That Jazz

Isadora Duncan: the grand dame of modern dance. Once ridiculed for her dancing style,

she forged on to create a new impressionistic style all her own.

 All That Jazz – Bib Fosse Tribute – w/ scenes from Chicago, Cabaret and Sweet Charity.

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 I’m posting my Sunday Song on Saturday because I thought there might be Broadway Musical lovers out in the blogosphere. 

Frank@A Frank Angle is hosting a musical called Songs of Broadway today. If you’d like to participate and view the guidelines click here.

It’s fun finding a song to will go with the concert theme. Songs of Broadway is the theme.

The 2nd video All That Jazz – Bye-Bye Life showcases a lot more dancing and broadway’s style.

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As a former dancer of many styles – tap, ballet, jazz, ballroom, and modern dance – I’ve decided to add a pix of my

All That Jazz” apparel from the play I was in … Enjoy!!!


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Lens Artists Photo Challenge – Nostalgic Coca Cola

 Remember: Coca-Cola signs beckoning a refreshing drink.

Remember: Old fashioned souvenir postcards with Coca-Cola images.

 

Remember: Drinking a Coca-Cola while kids rode this mechanical horse – .25

Remember: Mom & Pop food stores with this Coca-Cola refrigerator.

Remember: Andy Warhol’s Coca-Cola commercial ad mania where a bench like this could be seen.

Remember: Coca-Cola delivery Trucks. They were bright red and white plus always shiny.

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What does Nostalgic means to you?

 Perhaps a moment or scene that makes you feel wistful, happy, sad, or somehow longing for the past.

It might be with friends, family, or by yourself; anywhere, any time of the year.

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Lens Artist Photo Challenge -#75 – Nostalgic

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Sunday Song – Holy Angels

FLY on the WINGS of ANGEL

YOU DID NOT WAKE UP

TODAY TO BE MEDIOCRE

I enjoy posting these Sunday Songs for you to enjoy. I discover new artists as I research what song I’ll be adding next. If you have a favorite song or artist you love, please leave the url in the comments and I’ll be sure to pop over and have a listen. Thanks … Isadora 


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Friday Fictioneers – Prinsoner Numbers

Last week, I wrote about Bobeshi Rivqah. If you’d like to catch-up click here. This story does stand alone. Ironically, the locked cages in the photograph had the same feel as the ones shown at the Florida Holocaust Museum in Tampa, Florida.

Mama, can I go outside?”

“Go! But, don’t go far.”

From my stoop, I watched Mrs.O’Doherty and Bobeshi Rivqah talking.

“Rivqah, you’re telling me they used the same numbers?”

“Yes, can you believe that?” 

Mrs.O’Doherty shook her head from side to side.

“They reused prisoner numbers from the dead; especially, is if they were moved to another camp,” Rivqah said. “Dehumanizing!” 

Slowly, I made my way towards them.

They were taking about something I’d wondered about.

“Why do you have numbers on your arm, Bobeshi?”

She hugged me and said, “One day, you’ll know kleyn meydl, one day.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Historical

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©JHardy

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***** Stoop: a porch with steps in front of a house or other building.

***** Prisoner numbers in the system of German Nazi concentration camps. The prisoner numbers have become a synonym of dehumanization that struck the deportees of the concentration camp. These numbers were to serve efficient “management” of camps, performed by the SS teams. ©http://auschwitz.org/

***** kleyn meydl / קליין מיידל – little girl


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Friday Fictioneers – Bobeshi Rivqah

Bobeshi Rivqah lived with her son, Rabbi Gerwitz and his family, above the temple in Brooklyn, New York.

She enjoyed walking and talking with everyone in the neighborhood.

They all knew her as bobeshi. 

Retelling stories from her childhood at the Treblinka concentration camp, often, brought tears from those who listened.

Now, her health was failing; too ill to take walks.

Rabbi Gerwitz asked the congregation for prays for bobeshi. 

Stomach cancer took her before the test results came back.

The congregation overflowed into the street as the family sat shiva. 

Finally, Bobeshi Rivqah had found loving acceptance and peace. 

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

Genre: Historical

Word Count: 100

Photo Prompt:©RogerBultot

 

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Rivqah / רִבְקָה – Rebbecca

Bobeshiבאָבעשי – Granny

Shiva / שִׁבְעָה – literally means seven. It is the week-long mourning period in Judaism.


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Sunday Song – The Beauty of the Dancer

You see the beauty of the dancer,

You hear the beauty of the song,

You feel the beauty all around you,

You wonder where do you belong.

You are the beauty of the dancer,

You are the beauty of the song,

You are the beauty all around you,

You’re standing right where you belong.

All above you,

All below you,

All around you,

All within you.

Beauty all above you, beauty all below you,

Beauty all around you, beauty all within you

You are beauty

You are beauty

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The Beauty of the Dancer

words/music©SaraThomsen

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Combining Becca’s Nurture Thursday with my Sunday Song

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Lens Artists Photo Challenge – Monochrome

Life is only traveled once.

Today’s moments become tomorrow’s memory.©annoymous

A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it.

It just blooms.©ZenShin

If you could see the miracle of a single flower clearly

your whole life would change.©buddah

Kindness is igniting a light in someone, for no reason,

other than to watch them glow.©

To be a star you must shine your own light,

follow your own path and not worry about the darkness

for that is when the stars shine brightest.©annonymous


The wonderful thing about beauty is that it has so many layers,

the outer one being the least important.

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Lens Artists Photo Challenge – Monochrome

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Friday Fictioneers – Just Once

The study was dreary even with the sun shining through the thin curtains.

‘Just once,’ he’d said.

Part of her wanted to give into his adulterous plan. 

She twisted her wedding band round and round. 

Her heart fluttered with a wave of excitement.

Glancing at the clock, she knew Randall wouldn’t be home for hours.

His empty whiskey glass her justification for the wayward exploit.

The phone rang again.

She picked up the receiver slowly; her yearning greater than her reasoning. 

She could hear his voice was full of desire.

“Once,” she said to him, “just once and never again.”

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

 

 

 

Word Count: 100

Genre: Flash Fiction

Photo Prompt:©Fatima Fakier Deria

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