Ginger and Fred and Football Galore
Elita Sohmer Clayman
Fifty years ago this December 2008 the then Baltimore Colts
football team played the New York Giants in New York. My
boyfriend then, now for forty-eight years husband decided to
go to that game via bus with a friend rather than spend the
day with me, a Sunday. I could not understand why a guy
falling in love with a gorgeous girl like me would rather go
to that or any football game. He went and has been talking
about it ever since because it turned out to be the most
fabulous and exciting game in all of football.
So I was glad he went and that I had not deterred him from
going. I would never have heard the end of that and possibly
he would have been so sad not going, he would have broken up
with me. Where would I be now? I would not have my two
children by him, my four grandchildren, my home and
especially my ballroom dancing as part of my life.
So sad if I had missed out on ballroom dancing because if I
had married someone else, he may not have been interested in
it. However, though my husband always stated he did not like
to dance; I knew in his heart he somehow really did enjoy
it. I heard him often bragging to friends that he was an
accomplished dancer and went every Sunday to a social dance.
Sometimes, men do not profess their caring about dance
because it may not seem too manly. Most men when they really
learn to dance well are also proud of this accomplishment.
When we were younger and disco was the rage, we went several
times a week to a disco club here in our city called
Gerards. We discoed for hours rarely sitting down except to
eat a light dinner since he had come from work and we had
not had time to eat. In between songs, we would eat small
portions and then get up and dance the hours away. The music
was non stop so you could stop and start at any time. We
were probably very good at it and it was fun and tiring.
Of course disco passed on to the world of dance deaths and
though some is done now, it is not the way it was done then
in the seventies when we danced for hours. I never really
liked it as much as I did a waltz or foxtrot or rumba. It
was the thing to do and know and we were still young then
and felt ‘with it’ because we could do ‘it.’
We even named our second doggie Rhumba because she moved her
hips (do dogs have hips?) like she was doing the rumba. Note
we spelled her name the old fashion way of Rhumba.When we
would go down to the family room and practice the steps we
had learned that night in dance class, Rhumba would hide
under the sofa. She thought to herself “what the heck are
Our lives changed after that first dance lesson way back on
November 2, 1977. Everything we considered to do was based
around our two lessons per week and his work schedule.
Anytime we went to a party or event, we got up and danced
and showed off like we were Fred and Ginger. I often felt
like Fred and Ginger because I loved to dance and still do.
When you dance, all your troubles slip away for those few
hours and you are some one else doing something else. It is
a good couple of hours of recreation, exercise and mind
When Mom was sick for a whole year, I would run off to a
lesson and forget for sixty minutes how sad I was feeling
for her. Dance is a catharsis for the soul and heart. We get
so wrapped up in it when we are at the studio, we are in
another world. A world having no sadness, no grief and no
worries. Worry we do all the time about this and that and
that and this and if you are a consummate worrier like I am,
you need the time out of some ballroom dancing.
I wish that all the public and private schools would give at
least one hour a week and have someone teach ballroom dance
to the high school kids. This would give some social skills
and some exercise and more enhancement of their ego. They
would learn to share time with different people they might
never even talk to and to act kindly and politely to other
kids in their class. They would get to know more about each
other and possibly find another new friend they would never
have been involved with. They would eventually enjoy it and
admit to themselves that this was truly fun mixing the brain
power needed to ballroom dance with the exercise that would
be better than being in gym class...
I guess some day it will be incorporated in some schools. A
school teacher I knew did talk about the history of ballroom
dance in her high school social classes. She was a dancer
and she showed the kids her enthusiasm and they could not
believe that she was a dancer. She brought in pictures of
herself dancing and then they believed her and kind of had
lots of respect for her. Many clamored to get into her class
so they see what all the talk was about Ms. L being a
dancer. They became very respectful of her when they
realized she was truly a ballroom dancer and this is twenty
years before Dancing With The Stars became popular.
Dancing teaches respect for one another, coordination of
arms and legs and brain power and most of all it enhances
one’s respect for him or her self.
When I was in Florida as a fourteen year old teenager in
1948 visiting a step aunt for a month, I would go on the bus
to the beach to meet teens my age because Aunt Eve did not
know how to entertain me in the afternoons. She was a step
mother to my first cousins and was raising them and they
were both five and ten years older than me.
So I made friends (my I was brave for a 1948 teenager) and
they asked my name and I said it was Ginger because I loved
dancing and Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. I never told
them my real name and so it was a precursor of my now
dancing career. I was way ahead of my own time it seems.
When we were in Paris in 1972 the people in our tour went
with us to the Lido Night Club and these older folks got up
and danced the night away. I told my husband when we came
back to the states; we were taking ballroom dance lessons.
He said no way. We did and the rest is history these last
thirty-one years. A history of fun, excitement,
competitions, showcases, new friends, writing dance articles
and most of all besides great exercise, a spark was ignited
in our life of delight and joy.
Joy to the heart and soul and the toes and soles and as
Shakespeare said in sonnet 53 “what is your true essence,
what are you made of that there should be millions of
reflections of you?” Reflections of wisdom in learning to
ballroom dance and reflections of happiness in the mirror
when looking at our self. We realize that we are special
people, young persons, almost seniors, now seniors and even
teenagers who want to learn to really dance and to dance
So me who was Ginger now dances with Jerry and we are now
Ginger and Fred. That is the way I think of us and believe
me it is indeed a beautiful reflection and as John Milton
said “reflection is wisdom’s best nurse.” We will need no
nurses to care for us because we have cared for our self by
excelling in dance at whatever age we started doing this
glorious, awesome, unbelievable and astonishing thing called
Always Keep On Dancing.