Inside the Mind of Isadora


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Santa brought a Schwinn

Christmas fills our minds with memories we hold dear. I’ve shared this story before.

It’s a tale of the innocence of childhood. I hope you enjoy it again … it’s a repost.

If you’re reading it for the first time, I hope it brings memories of your past Chrismas’.Dear Santa, 

I forgot to mention I want a bicycle. 

Thank You, Doris  

(my family called me this name when I was growing up)

 

On Christmas morning, those were the words that rattled inside my mind when I saw this very shiny bicycle near our Christmas tree when I was 9 years old.

I know what most of you are thinking, ‘Why did she believe in Santa Claus at age 9?’  Isn’t that a little old to believe in things that don’t exist? 

But, I always believed everything my parents said to me even if classmates said there wasn’t a Santa Claus. Parents wouldn’t fib to their children. Besides, we were taught every day in Catholic school that lying was a sin. I didn’t want to believe my parents would commit a sin on purpose. My little sister was 5, then, and she believed in Santa. Should I have spoiled it for her? No. And so, I believed. 

On this particular Christmas morning, I questioned whether or not I’d asked for the right gifts. Even though, I had 2 gifts this year there had always been just one. I must have been really good. 

I was thrilled when I opened my first gift and it was the special Shirley Temple doll I had asked for. She had the prettiest smile and blonde curls. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a crisp white blouse and a beret atop those ringlets of curls. 

The second gift was the exact beret Shirley Temple wore when I’d seen her at the Macy’s store on 5th Avenue. My family had gone into the city to see Santa and all of the wonderful New York decorations. As I think back to that day, my grandmother had taken us to have lunch while my mother did some errands. Doing Santa’s work, I’m sure. Well, he did fulfill my wishes. 

But there in the middle of the living room, next to a brightly lit tree, was this blue and white shiny bicycle. It had a giant white bow and my older sisters’ name on it. It was so pretty. It was remarkably high too. I could barely reach the handlebars. It was gleaming and satiny bright. When my sister saw it she squealed and jumped all around the living room. She had a huge smile on her face while slight giggles emitted as she spoke. We all gathered around it as we oohed and aahed. 

Excited and ready to get her new bicycle outside, my sister ran into her room to get dressed. I waited in the living room with my Shirley Temple doll. I knew she wasn’t going to be able to ride.  When she grabbed her bicycle and was ready to go my mother told her she couldn’t go outside. 

Stunned she asked, why? 

She was told the bad news. It had snowed 5” during the night. The sidewalks were covered in snow.

Well, she wasn’t having any of it. She trotted down the flight of stairs with her new bicycle and went outside. She rode on the snow. Of course, she fell a lot too. It didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t going to be stopped. All of us watched from the window and laughed.

Weeks later the weather improved. Eventually, she gave me a ride on her new bicycle. I didn’t know how to ride a 2 wheel bike. She had to hold onto me and the bike as I attempted to reach the pedals. It was futile. I was too short. Since she’d asked for a boys bike with the bar that ran across from the handlebars to the seat, my riding days quickly ended.  We did have great fun rides with me sitting on the back fender while holding onto the seat.

Four years later, when she left home at 18, I was given the bicycle. I’d learned to ride a 2 wheel bike by then but I was never as interested in bike riding as she was. 

I guess I did get the right gifts from Santa that Christmas, after all.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega


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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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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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Sunday Song – Flor Palida

Flor Palida     2015©Isadora DeLaVega

If someone tells you a certain
song is important to them,
You should close your eyes,
turn up the volume
and really listen.
By the end of the song,
you will know that person much better.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

Marc Anthony – Flor Palia

**** Flor Palida – Faded/Pale Flower


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Nurture Yourself – When Things Go Wrong

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint on the clouds of doubt,
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re the hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.

2019©IsadoraDeLaVega

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