An announcer came on and said "Let's Twist"...and on comes Chubby Checker's "The Twist". ( 1960) Suddenly everyone was twisting...so much fun.
It reminded me of when I was a kid up at Lake George at my Aunt Virginia's house ( which my Mother pronoucned "Furginia"). I remember being in the back yard where we played Jarts ( a brand of lawn dart) .
I digress again as is my right on this blog;
Can you imagine, as kids we were throwing big darts as a game for children. Jarts was fun.
Anyway, back to Aunt Virginia's back yard in Lake George ( the front yard faced the Lake). There was a row of phlox that seperated the street from the yard. I loved those phlox. I learned back then that you can eat phlox flowers. They smell like Childhood on the Lake to me.
All the yards bled into each other, so you could walk through easily in the front and in the back. It was a friendly time. I remember looking under rocks for night crawlers with my Father.
Anyway, someone, and I believe it was my cousin Marilyn, taught me how to twist in that back yard. I could be wrong, it could have been my Sister, but I can't picture her around that much or that friendly to me at that age. Maybe she remembers.
The idea was that you pretended to drop a cigarette and then twist it out with your foot. That was the motion...and that's how I learned to twist in the dog- paddle days.
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