She missed brilliant colors in fall, and snow in winter. Sandra, her husband and youngest daughter packed up and moved from the Atlantic Ocean to the Gulf of Mexico, away from everyone and everything they’d always known. A lovely one from her oldest daughter-a beautiful grandson! Soon afterwards, a most unexpected one from her husband-a move to Texas. With two daughters grown, just when she thought life might slow down a bit, Sandra got two big surprises. They also did swimming, horseback riding, gymnastics, soccer, art and piano lessons-busy years, indeed. She had three beautiful daughters and as you might expect, they attended dance classes. Soon afterwards, they moved a short distance away to New Hampshire where Sandra continued to teach and tell stories through dance. She used choreography, costumes, scenery, props and lighting to help her dancers make the stories come alive on stage.Īfter she had been teaching and choreographing for a few years, she married a man who now looks a bit like Santa Claus. Sandra loved teaching and once again, she made up her own stories. She not only learned dance technique, she learned a wondrous new way of telling a story-with movement instead of words-and many years and many… many… many dance classes later, she became a dance teacher. So, off she went on her first life-changing journey. When she turned five, both her grandmothers decided she would benefit from dance classes. She wishes she had kept an exact count of those books because she thinks it might be a rather impressive number. She dove into book after book and cozied up inside until someone or something insisted she come out. Once she actually could read, she found a perfect reading spot by the small square window on the front hall stairs. She spent a lot of time walking and biking up and down that steep hill and she also spent a great deal of time making up stories.īefore she learned to read, she looked at a book’s illustrations, made up her own stories to go with them and “read” them aloud to anyone who would listen. Sandra grew up in Massachusetts on a dirt road near the top of a steep hill, not far from the Atlantic Ocean.
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