What we lacked in form we made up for in enthusiasm.
I’d bought the Rebecca Stout Buck Dance lessons for myself at Christmas, but I’d still not carved out the time to watch the CD. But I am quite serious about finally properly learning this native dance of my beloved Southwest Virginia mountains, which we always called Flatfoot*. So when we found ourselves in the mountains, a long, gorgeous summer afternoon stretching before us, I thought these fun gals might be game. And were they! We moved the furniture right on out of the way, and we took to that wood floor like nobody’s business.
Lordy it was fun. And by the end of the afternoon? Why, we girls could Flatfoot a respectable step or two!
*I am sure my Wise County friends can speak to the difference between Buck Dance and Flatfooting. I’d love to know if you’d care to send me an email (firstname.lastname@example.org. Or comment below!
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