Louise

Saturdays, when my uncle Cory came to visit Dad, because he wanted to quit his job at the Royal Mint and become a farmer too, he always brought my cousins with him. Louise, who is about a year younger than me, is probably my favourite non-immediate family person from my childhood. Laughter-filled, fun, up for anything and way less timid than myself, we played barbies and dress ups, and sang and danced. Jesus! There are som many good memories associated with Louise. How could I have forgotten?

Anyways, today I remember "The Robber Dance," a little multi-media, avant garde performance I made up when I was about 10. It involved dress-ups, the old record player and eclectic selection of records left in it, singing, dancing and theatre.

The basic story was one of a guy robbing some peoples' house. We drafted my seven year old brother in for the part of the robber, I believe. At any rate, we played some record from the collection, acted out this skit of some people getting robbed, and put lots of dancing into the story line. I remember this little exercise being quite different than what we usually played, probably because the story was thought out in advance, and it involved a story and a somewhat choreographed dance. I don't think my brother was that thrilled with his part in the thing. Robber Dance!