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My name is Elita S. Clayman. I wrote the senior page column for Amateur Dancers magazine for seventeen years. Now I am writing two individual columns for two websites. Rene Zgraggen, the publisher of this site has given me complete freedom of expression and I take full responsibility for the thoughts and subjects on my page in Elita's Corner.This website is read by thousands of dancers and possibly non dancers every week. 

I am proud to be associated with Rene who is a fine publisher, a wonderful dance coach and a thoughtful human being to all that have the privilege of knowing him in person. 

His website is full of useful dance information and certainly benefits the dancers in all areas. 

Please feel free to contact me with your thoughts and comments and ideas on ballroom dance as it applies to our daily lives and how it enhances our living. I have been dancing and taking dance lessons for thirty years and it certainly has been a splendid hobby exercise wise and dancing stimulates and encourages our minds to go forth and to enjoy life. I recommend ballroom dancing to all seniors and non seniors as your life will be embellished and beautified. 

Since Elita has ceased her association with Amateur Dancers Magazine (now American Dancer), a great many of her long-time readers and fans have expressed their disappointment at no longer finding her column in the magazine. Many others have expressed their gratitude at having been able to enjoy her inspirational writing for so many years.

Below is what Art Williams, a senior dancer from Mississippi, had to say, and many people share his thoughts. However, he is wrong in one respect when he says her column is 'no more'. For more than two years now, Elita has written for my website and has had her articles published in her corner right here. I hope she will continue to do so for many years to come

Rene Zgraggen


AN ODE TO ELITA

I did not see her column in the last couple of issues of Amateur Dancer so I started Emailing around and found that for some reason or another, her column devoted to seniors for some 17 years now, is no more. What a shame! She single-handedly did more for Senior dancing that anyone I know of, but then again, there is a lot I don’t know.

I started dancing, socially, at the age of 47 and competitively at age 50. I am now 78 and still dancing competitively, mainly due to the efforts of people like Elita; Ann Smith; Ann Durocher to name a few. My wife is 71 and started dancing socially when she was 57, competing with me at age 62. Elita knew, and wrote about the fact that we Seniors also love to dance and need encouragement just like the High School and College kids and working Adults, with one exception, many Seniors have the money to further their desires, whereas the younger age groups are a little strapped due to their “growing up” needs and priorities.

Elita’s monthly pieces in Amateur Dancer were treasured by most of us Seniors as she was more or less our “spokesperson” be it in the areas of dress, demeanor, practicing, social versus competitive motivations, etc, she touched them all within the span of several articles during a given year. She imparted her love of dancing to all of us in such a way that we could often relate her words to our particular situations.

Seniors need a spokesperson as our needs are perhaps a bit more unique than other age groups. Most of us are retired and use dancing as a combination of physical and mental exercise as well as a motivating factor in how we can further socialize not on with our peers, but dancers of all age groups. As a long time competitive dancer, I have long noted that most of the folks helping to put on competitions are usually Seniors, likewise, when we attend social dances, once again most of the folks helping to run the event are Seniors. Why, we have the time, just about all of the Adult aged dancers are either working or in school, hence pretty well occupied when it comes to free time. Here again, Elita has contributed quite a bit by urging those of us who have time to get involved with organizing and operating both social and competitive events. We are all well aware of the fact that Pro Am events run by Pros are much more costly than events sponsored and run by Amateurs as they must be because these events are one of the sources of the average Pros income. Again, Elita had highlighted in her pieces ways in which we seniors can be helpful at these events to help keep the costs down thereby allowing more people to participate from an affordability standpoint.

The aforementioned are just a few of the services that Elita helped provide with antidotal examples that she wrote about in her monthly column.

I already miss her pieces in the “New Amateur Dancer” magazine. They were both informative and inspirational and now they are missed. Well done, Elita!

Art Williams
Diamondhead, MS

The Inward Flame That Is Never Turned Off

Elita Sohmer Clayman

A dear friend of mine passed away suddenly a few weeks ago. He and his sweet wife took the day off from their business and spent a fine day together sitting on their deck and watching the flowers and the birds on a nice fall day.. That evening they went to their business which happened to be a dance hall-studio. After a few hours there, they were leaving when one of the teachers made a comment about a prominent older dance teacher who had just passed away. He said to them "we have to appreciate every day and be happy to be alive." They did live their lives that way.

They came home and he dropped with a severe heart attack and died a few minutes later.

Everyone was shocked and dismayed and it makes one wonder at this thing called life.

Some days we are bored, some days we are exhilarated, sometimes we are tired and some days we yearn for something exciting to happen. We never know what is in store for us or our loved ones. We often say we will start smelling the flowers and we will stop dwelling on bad things with bad thoughts. We do not always adhere to those thoughts.

It is easier to say than to practice. After an experience like mentioned above, then we do really start to be happier and more content with what we have or been dealt. That surely lasts maybe a short time like a week or two and then we go back and act and live the way we always did before this happened. We get bored, we work too hard, we envy others who have more than us or we just plain are dissatisfied with things. We should be counting our blessings.

We forget that this awful thing happened to a good person and his family is still grieving and will be for a long and even longer time. They will go back to their work, to their daily routine and miss him so much. They will remember the happy times and the good remarks and special moments that all had together. A word, a phrase, a thought and even a special food will remind them of the deceased. They will laugh at something they remember he joked about and they may have not laughed then when it was said. They will recall a piece of clothing he wore that they loved or did not care for and may have made a comment on. They will remember the trips they took together and enjoyed each other’s company. They will think about when they had family and holiday celebrations and everyone ate to their heart’s content and everyone was tired from all the holiday preparations.

They will remember tender moments and sweet gifts given to each other for anniversaries or holidays. They will reminisce about funny experiences and going to restaurants to eat together a simple meal or an elaborate meal. It did not matter because they were together. My own mom used to say after my dad died, that one of the hardest things was to eat alone especially at home. She would sit at the kitchen table and could still hear his words complimenting her on the dinner even if it was a light dinner. He got pleasure out of everything she cooked and applauded her with verbal thanks. From an elaborate holiday meal to a modest cup of soup or a scrambled egg, he thought it delicious. He had been poor growing up and mealtimes were happy and together moments, when the whole family sat and ate together. He equated us all eating together every night to a festive occasion. That is why she missed him so much at dinner time. Every meal was a feast of food, of talking and mostly of being together.

I bought at Barnes and Noble bookstore, an inexpensive book of Shakespeare writings. It is called No Fear Shakespeare and explains in easy language interpretations of Shakespeare. In Sonnet 97, it explains Sonnet 97

"My separation from you has felt just like winter, since you’re what makes the year pleasurable." We should all remember that when our loved ones are with us; we should tell them daily that we love them and not think that oh I will say that next time. Sometimes, we are not lucky enough to see them next time. Take the moment in hand and say it now, because now is here and we never know when the here is gone.

My friend mentioned above who passed away suddenly always shared his love with his love. They had a second marriage, each to one another and even though their time was short, about eight or nine years, they filled each day with love and rememberances.They showed each other that now is here and here is now and they did not wait for the separation to happen suddenly to express those thoughts. Those thoughts were ever present and ever spoken and that is what love and devotion is all about.

This is the inheritance of the remaining person, having the spirit and the days past engraved on one’s heart forever. That keeps us alive in someone else’s heart and that is our legacy-being remembered with devotion, love and our self. Someone once wrote

"Spirit is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon, but never puts out."

My late friend and his wife will never have their lamp blown out or turned off. Their lamp is lit forever in their hearts and in their souls. My mom and dad were that way. They were married thirty-seven years before he passed away. She missed him a lot. He was the kind of guy who on his own birthday would give her a small present. I asked him once why he did that because he was the one who should receive a present. He said "because she is my wife, my love, I want to give her a present on my birthday because she is my present." When I became pregnant with my first child, he wrote me a rhyming poem on how happy he would be to meet my child, his third grandchild. He could not wait to have another one. When I would bring her to their apartment, he would take a small box from the grocery store, tie a rope and insert it in the hole the carton had and put her in there on a soft towel and pull her from room to room.

He could not afford a little wagon or any of the expensive toys children have now days. This was a homemade contraption and she would laugh and giggle with joy. He knew time was precious and he shared himself in this innocent toy with my first born child.

When he turned seventy, I threw him a small family dinner in my apartment. He came in expecting to visit and we were all there and yelled surprise. My brother caught his expression on a movie film, no camcorders, cell phones etc. in those days and the tears came to his eyes. No one had ever thrown him a surprise party. He probably never even had a birthday party as a kid because they were living in hard financial times in those days. So my simple and sweet dinner made him feel like a king. He always wanted what they called in those days a smoking jacket, not that you smoked wearing it, just like a three quarter length shiny jacket similar to a fancy bathrobe for a male. I bought him one. He put it on over his suit, he always wore a tie and jacket when he went out and his face was full of sunshine and happiness.

Spirit is indeed an inward flame and this flame is never extinguished; it lives on in all of us who inherit the light and we keep the memories and the beautiful light glowing. We, ourselves shine even more because we remember those days and those precious moments forever.

Elita Sohmer Clayman
January 2012

You can email me at elitajerrydancing@verizon.net .

 

Special Supplement


Ava and the Rainbow French fry
Elita Sohmer Clayman

We took the grandchildren and our son and daughter-in-law out to a nice restaurant in Northern Virginia where they live, to celebrate Valentine’s Day. This holiday has become a very important holiday throughout the country now days. It is a holiday that signifies the power of love not only between couples but also between family members.

When I was a kid, your father took an old shoe box, cut a slit in the top cover and you covered it with colored wrapping paper or even a brown bag from the grocery store and took it to school and everyone would put in a small card that cost about a penny in those days, as a Valentine card for you and you did the same for each child in the class. However, some children were mean spirited and did not put a card into everyone’s box and that often made the child sad because he or she did not get lots of cards.

There was a boy in my class named Ralph and when he opened his box, he had only two cards, one from me and one from another girl. I will never forget even after 65 years of remembering it, the sadness on his face. He came over to me and thanked me five times for the card I had sent. As an eleven year old at that time, I felt such empathy and sadness for him. When my children were in elementary school, the teacher sent home a list with every child’s name on it to encourage every child to send a card to every child. My grandson is in kindergarten now and my daughter-in-law said yesterday that this is what his school is encouraging now too. That is the way it should be. No child should feel slighted when opening his or her Valentine box and seeing only a very few bunch of cards there. This already shows a mean spiritedness within the children and their parents who do not inspire their kids to write a card to everyone. It is a matter of decency, I think.

I am sure Ralph (even remember his last name) is a fine senior citizen now with children of his own and probably is more of a successful adult than many of the mean spirited kids from way back in 1946 or so.

When we were eating dinner last night to celebrate Valentine’s Day, little 3.5 years old Ava Maya took her French fry and bent in a shape and said "this is like a rainbow." What an insightful child to take a fry and see in it the shape of a rainbow. A rainbow is a spectrum, an arc and a band. So we can relate a rainbow to ballroom dancing. Here is how. Ballroom dancing is a combining of movement of feet, arms, hands, legs, shoulders and of course the brain which is the arc of the whole being of dancing. Without the brain stimulating the thought process, we could not even attempt to ballroom dance. Of course, other forms of dance that some of the young people are involved in may not appear to need the brain to stimulate them.

When we first started to dance in 1977, I could not stop at first from looking at my feet because I thought my feet would not move if I did not look at them. We all feel that way and usually stop after a few hours of dancing instruction when we realize that we need not look at our feet to actually dance. When we actually realize that, we are fine with this new understanding of dancing.

So to the French fry looking like a rainbow to little 3.5 year old Ava, to the ballroom dancer who looks at his or her feet and to all of us seniors who still dance and enjoy the spectrum, the arc and the band that plays for our dancing, I say Ballroom Dancing is still one of the most invigorating, demanding, lovely and magnificent activity everyone can do, especially seniors and do it we shall for as long as we can.

 

Elita Sohmer Clayman February 14, 2011 Valentine’s Day which is a day of love for our spouses, our parents, our children, our grandchildren and our friends and not to be last-our ballroom dancing events.

 

Previous Articles

 
Have a tall attitude
Our Dancing Universe
The Day After
Pure Hope
There is nothing you cannot do
Invest in dancing, invest in yourself

The good samaritan
From the book of Psalms
Whole New World Will Open Up To Your Heart, Soul And Mind
Be happy to each other
Lace By
Unbound Courage
Saying Jewels
Strength and tomorrow

Conservators and Hugs
We love two people
Is it an Obstacle or an Adventure?
Power over Time

Let's Do It
The Survey

Spreading her Wings
Names and Meanings
Aging Gracefully


 
Confidence's Role in Dancing
Life in a Jar
Count Ballroom Dancint as a Blessings Too
Poetry of the Foot and a Lyric to our
Soul
Weeping and Rejoicing
No Inferiority, just Superiority
Angles, Angels and Dance  
Our Soul
Go Grammie Go

Nistar Hidden Miracle
The Lost Shoe
So What?Nothing Can Deter Us
Ginger and Fred and Football
Galore
Ethan and the E People
Fear Itself
The Day After
The Gift of Promise

Not to Dance
An Obligation

The Lamp that is not turned off

Love is not Love
 
George Joseph - Journey to a Child’s Heart
Dancing is like a box of Chocolates
Appearances are DeceivingJoy, Hope and Faith
Written on my heart
Brass to Gold to Platinum
Halos and Radiance
Your Dancing Universe

A Man of Valor - Ron Montez
The Cherished versus the other one

A day not lost
The Gift to Yourself
Dancing for the Meat Bones

Leah and Mr. Trimble
Uplift Yourself and Go Forth
The Mary Janes, Then and Now
Sarah and Jenny or Jenny and Sarah
The Blue Suede Shoes and A Woman of Valor
 We will not part from you
My three grandsons
Nancy, my guardian angel
A price above rubies
Hope
 
     
 

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