We were at Rockefeller Center ice skating rink in NYC and the question was about ice skating, in case you were wondering...
The man who I was taught those few lessons to begin my long love of ice dancing was none other than the instructor who taught Lucille Ball in her show, "I Love Lucy". And no I do not recall his name I was four. But he told my father I was a natural, and as a teenager, I showed my best friend for the first time what I could do... she was the state twirling champ several times over...
The nicest thing that stuck with me all those years was that Des said to me you could be an Olympian! The rest of my ice skating was mostly done in Westwood NJ and West New York NJ...
I was dropped off there when Dad would visit grown-up relatives; there were no cousins my age. I always preferred indoor facilities. Even our hotels in the Catskills in upstate NY had indoor skating rinks, but one had both indoor and outdoor rinks, too.
When I was fifteen my parents had driven across the country and I got to go to an ice skating rink outdoors with temperatures in the 80s! Amazing!
I would dance to the music played at the rinks do jumps and spins. I had no formal figure skating lessons... I do believe it had to do with being in dancing school from the age of four until sixteen. Ballet, acrobatics, tap, toe, modern jazz, couples dancing, etc. all taught by my teachers who were either retired Rockets or June Taylor dancers from the Jackie Gleason Show!
My piano teacher was an accompanist for opera singers, and my voice teacher had played Tuptim in the King and I on Broadway with Yule Brenner as the King! What a neighborhood of talent and within a short distance from NYC in Paramus NJ. That's why I commuted to college there. All close proximity neighbors where we lived! Never took any of it as a serious career choice, just fun to do... I was Peter Pan at twelve singing I Won't Grow Up and my campmates were the chorus in my Penner's Lake Day Camp we won the pennant that week, and I was also with my pal Des we were in an off-off-Broadway production of Bye Bye Birdie, for Thunderbird Teen Corporation...which was a blast at fifteen!
Lest not forget all those recitals and even one with my dance and piano teachers that I showed my "talent" of both!
https://www.rockefellercenter.com/magazine/arts-culture/rockefeller-center-rink-history-80-year
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name—ha! Without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby,. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
My previous family turned me in, stating that I misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, clearing out the shelters' day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days when I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there.
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen
days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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