Ted and Edie dance the Rumba.

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“I saw it happen an’ that’s how I knows it…and I know why it happened..an’ I’m sorry it didn’t happen a long time ago, back when they could’ve made something with it.” Swertzy took a drag on his cigarette again and settled into the chair outside the Sedan Post Office and reflected on times past..his portly frame shifted to ease the rheumatic pain in his hip.

Heinie Schwertzferger explained..

“Ted and I first learned proper dancing with old Mrs Harris, who used to give dance classes in her home back in the fifties..over there in Towitta..when Ted and I were young blades..She would move the lounge table to one side and crank up the old gramophone player and she and her hubby would teach a group of us locals how to dance real proper like…you know..the Fox-trot, Military Two Step…those old ballroom dances of the day..”

“ A few of us young blokes went there because there was a lot of old-style dances in those days or when the rock and roll came along, there were those 60/40 type dances and we wanted to meet and dance with girls…none of us being that suave with the ladies..save Johnny Hocking….he was a goer..but “Rosie”..Ted Rosenswietz and I..well, we just weren’t in the game..so we learned how to dance with Mrs. Harris..and learned darn good too!…oh, she was a good teacher…so that when we went to those dances held in the Sedan Hall by Gladys and Johan Herbig, she …Gladys, said that there wasn’t anything she could teach us and that we were just swell at dancing..”

“But she could show us a new dance…The Rumba..”

Heinie took a draw on his ciggy and stared into the distance as he deliberated on his thoughts..

“I wasn’t that good at the rumba, the movements were a tad too quick for me..’specially the turn and stepping back..I was a bit clumsy in that movement..but Ted and his dance partner, Edith Bentley were a perfect match..they moved as one, joined by a kind of tied cord through their arms and hands..they were very good..but they were at their best when they danced the rumba to that then new Roy Orbison song..: “In Dreams”…they’d look into each other’s eyes and sweep around that floor like they were floating on a cloud..they were so good.”

“Every month, the Herbigs would have a dance at the Sedan Hall, and every month, Ted and Edie would do a centre of the floor demonstration of the perfect rumba..and you couldn’t help but give them the applause they deserved at the end..they were good…they were so good.”

“Well, after dancing together so long, it was no surprise that Ted took a shine to Edie in a serious way…and he confided to me and Edie’s brother one afternoon in the hotel, that he had honourable intentions to ask for Edie to become engaged to him at the next dance…and he smiled the smile of a happy man..”

“He didn’t say any more on the subject, but you can bet that Edie’s brother told his mother that same week of Teds intentions…now, while the war had ended a long time ago, there still lingered that undertone of distrust between the Anglo community and the German community…things had not yet got back to any sort of normalicy…after all , it was only just a recent memory as far as memories go..”

“Well, that next dance, Ted shows up in his best clothes..his only suit, he has his high polish Roaul Merton dance shoes on and a bright red rose in his lapel that he had plucked from Mrs. Auright’s front garden on his way to the dance…He’s standing there over the one side of the hall, and Edie is sitting with her mother over the other side of the hall…they only have eyes for each other..Ted smiles his biggest smile and walks across the dance floor to stand in front of Edie, who now has a pinched lips look on her face…a worried look…Ted reaches out his hand and requests her hand for the next dance…

Ted had arranged that the music for that dance would be their favourite rumba number..yes..Roy Orbison..”In Dreams”…they would face each other in those first opening lines where he says..; “That candy coloured clown they call the sand man…” ..they would get set ‘in the square’ as they say and then move on from there when the song starts…” I close my eyes and I drift away..” Well, there Ted is in all his glory…and Edie hesitates, looks to her mother, who does not say a word..not-a-word..does not even look at Ted or Edie, but just stares straight ahead into the hall and then firmly places her hand on Edie’s forearm and holds it in her grip..stopping Edie from reaching to Ted’s outstretched hand..and there it stood for a greater time than can be measured in a moment…it was to be an eternity…for with that one mute gesture, Mrs. Mavis Bentley had asserted her parental authority upon the desires of the younger couple and in effect cancelled any wish of Ted to “pop the question” to Edie….the dance partnership was over…and as they remained there in silence, that song played mockingly out over the hall….;

“in dreams I walk with you….

in dreams you’re mine….

in beautiful dreams…” ….

Ted stepped back, stood tall gave a measured bow of his head and without a word, walked out of the hall..”

“The Bentleys moved from the district to the city not many months after that incident, Ted never went back to the dances, eventually he married a lass from Angaston and settled down to a farming life..But it was a doomed marriage in the long run and he ended up growing old alone..”

“And now there they were, fifty years later… Ted dressed to his best, his resurrected Raoul Merton dance shoes polished to a dazzling shine…though he was no longer the strapping young man that he was…indeed, you could say that time had worked its measure on his body, for he walked with a limp now..and there was Edie again, after so many years there at this celebratory “Olde time dance” for the anniversary of the Sedan Hall, there with her grand-children…and she herself was also what we would call time-worn through the usual burdens of life and children…no longer the lithe maiden that Ted swept around the dance floor in his arms…herself now a widow…and there they were, again with only eyes for each other…not in a romantic way, but now rather more in a “I dare you” way. A cheeky smile played on both their lips as they held each other’s stare.

Ted had once again plucked a rose from the front yard of ..the now deceased..Mrs. Auright’s place and he had arranged that the disc-jockey put on that now very old song of Roy Orbison..: “In Dreams”…he stepped out onto the dance floor just as the first chords of the song were played…and with his eyes as a querying gesture and his hand outstretched toward Edie, he raised his eyebrows questioningly…Edie accepted his request..”

They squared up to each other as those first words were spoken by the Big “O’..:

“That candied coloured clown they call the sand-man,

Tiptoes to my room every night,

Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper…

Go to sleep, everything’s alright….”

“I close my eyes….” The Big ‘O’ sang….

“And off they went into that rumba…like they had just left off yesterday some fifty years ago..not a movement out of step, not a turn fumbled for lack of practice or usual companionship..not even a sign of that limp that so bedevilled Ted for all these years and Edie’s hip showed not the least sign of slip or hindrance as they moved from hand to hand, half or double turn…in step with old Roy ‘O’s beautiful lyrics…;

“In Dreams I walk with you….- four-one two three..

In dreams I talk to you…- turn, fan…alemana…

In dreams you’re mine…all of the time…-forward walk..hockey-stick, touch..

We’re together…in dreams..in dreams..-spot turn..again single…then double..

Oh they were good..just so good…and that rumba was made for Roy Orbison’s song…a perfect match…and every one else on that dance floor had stopped dancing and stepped away to gaze stupefied at this lovely old couple sweeping up and down the dance floor, movement upon movement in exact and beautiful synchrony…no!…they were not old, they were alive with their own youthful vigour!

Turn and step forward and backward…hand high to hand alemana and fan then cucaracha….

like a young couple fresh from a dance class of the sixties…as indeed they were in their heads and hearts…their eyes glued to each other, their hands and bodies not just touching, but finger-tip caressing with the touch of young lovers all over again…

shoulder to shoulder… the song continued..

“But just before the dawn, I awake to find you gone….”

side to side…alemana, in and out four, one two three four…

“I remember-when you said-goodbye..

It’s too bad that all these things..”

And on they danced to the end ..till those last notes and words from the Big ‘O’ finished the dance..:

“And I’ll be happy in my dreams…

only in dreams…

in beautiful dreams…”

They finished with a beautifully executed hand to hand turn to end up facing each other “in the square” as they started…there was complete silence in the hall…their dance was beyond compliment of mere applause, for this was the completion of their relationship that started so long ago, only to be interrupted by the tyrannical hand of social expectation…but with this dance they had completed their obligation of their love affair to themselves and each other..there was no more needed to be said…indeed, they were deaf and blind to all around them…

Ted dropped his hands to his side, bowed his head in a measured way and said.:

“Thank you, Edie”.

To which Edith Bentley smiled coquettishly, blushed and replied…

“Thank YOU, Ted.”

“Edie turned and walked back to where her grandchildren sat open mouthed and Ted walked proud and without limp to the door-way and out of the hall.”

Swertzy stubbed out his cigarette in the aluminium ash tray on the table and finished with..;

“I saw it happen and that’s how I knows it…an’ I’ll say again..it’s a pity it didn’t happen that way a long time ago when they could’a made something with it….but that’s life..”

[ Roy Orbison ; “In Dreams” ….  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQ-F80NYwn0 ]



13 thoughts on “Ted and Edie dance the Rumba.

  1. Hi Joe, the story rings a bell with us, as Uta and I met at ballroom dancing classes. We were never as good as Ted and Edie in your Story. But we were lucky enough to stay together and have a Family. Roy Orbison is good with any song he sang. We still like to dance but we have to watch ourselves not falling over.

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    1. Hello, Peter…I heard the gist of that story several years ago from an old German farmer around here.. I have wanted to do something with it for quite a while…yes..it’s always such a pleasant thing to watch..those who are good at dancing…I am hopeless…but I like watching those who are good at it…

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      1. I was interested in the animosity between the German and Anglo-Saxon communities. Germans are hard working and it could been a bone of contention as the German migrants kept themselves away from the social life of the rest of the community?

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  2. Another interesting fact…did you note that the man’s name was “Ted” (Edward)…certainly NOT a german name…that’s because the German settlers around here had a habit of making the first name an Anglo one so as to ameliorate and “fit” their culture more in tune with the Anglos…For instance..My Uncle was all his life called “Murray Kruger” whereas his actual name was “Wilhelm Kruger”…and so it went…even the “Kruger” was changed from “Kreuger” with omles above the “u”..

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  3. Beautiful, lyrical writing. Itself like the dance it portrays. I remember the Sunday night YMCA dances, and my mother insisting she accompany me and my “date”! Embarrassment! But he agreed, kind boy that he was.

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  4. Nice one Joe. ‘There are two great tragedies in life. Not having your hearts desire and having your hearts desire. The later is the greater disappointment’ Oscar Wilde or George. Somebody said it.
    ‘In Dreams’ a good rumba pick although a little too much Roy in the rhythm to distract from the foot work.


  5. Ta, Russell….but I just had to have Roy in there….gotta have Roy….funny though, never gave him much thought when I was younger…sort of connected him with the earlier generation in those days…as for the great tragedies…yes..that could be true…but hey!…don’t they make good memories?


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