|This series is inspired by the "Words From|
Unity" public service announcements
that ran on television (particularly in
Kansas City) in the 1970's and 80's.
I am one of those people who likes deep bows and encourages courtly curtseys. I love holding a free hand high every so often or shouting "Huzzah!" during a circle-round. I likely break the rules the English dancing masters taught, and then I break them again when I teach Colonial dancing to young people and subtly encourage them to embrace their inner regality. They're not wearing powdered wigs, knee breeches, tricorns or polonaise gowns, but I can at least help put their minds in the right frame with mannered and yet festive gestures.
Still, I look at how I danced during my first Williamsburg ball, and I have to note my gestures are exaggerated.
I'm all in the dance and then some. I need to refine my manners. Still, I was able to get some ladies to follow my lead with free hands high during at least a couple of dances. I have to be thankful for small victories.
"I did not know I was a queen!" one of them said to me at a dance. "Thank you, my subject!"
I say if you can be regal, be regal. It's the closest thing you'll ever get to living in a fairy tale or royal court. Or Pride & Prejudice.