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A Rose for Sharon

    For many years now, I have posted the single pink rose image to my social media on August 19th and June 4th. Those who know me well know it is in honor of my little sister, Sharon, who died in 1994. Her birth date and her death date. That has been the extent of my communication about my sister or her life since. Thirty-two years is a long time to hold onto words. I have considered writing about her. It doesn't matter how deep my feelings are for her or how much I cherish her memory, the words don't come easily, if at all. Words feel cheap and wrong. It's hard to even describe why. Maybe it is because she was our family's: Our sister, our cousin, our niece, our daughter. We knew her best, so no one else should have the right to know about her like we did. Maybe that's why I hold onto my words. But I realize that if I don't tell her story, who will?  I have spent hour upon hour researching my long-gone ancestors, yet I haven't written about my own sister. ...

THE MOST FAMOUS PERSON I EVER MET

Happy New Year! Today, I am embarking on a 31 Days of Writing Family History Challenge. This year, I am challenged to write about a different person in my direct family line each day...beginning with me, weaving back and forth between my paternal and maternal lines, going back through my 2nd great grandparents. The total of all individuals will be exactly 31, filling each day of January 2022. Come along for some fun stories, cool photos and interesting family history.

 

January 1, 2022:   Me

By Nancy Gilbride Casey

Every once in a while, I see a Facebook post which asks, "Who is the most famous person you've ever met?" I have never answered it, though I have met a few. 

Back in the late 1980s I was living in New York City and pursuing my dream of dancing professionally. I was fortunate enough to be working for Mark Taylor & Friends, a small modern dance troupe based in Brooklyn.

We were deep into a lengthy rehearsal process to prepare a new work. That meant several months of choreography development, 3-5 days of rehearsal a week, each rehearsal about 2-3 hours long. We worked in a converted old building on lower Broadway, which offered large, light-filled, wooden-floored studios, perfect for spreading out into a stage-sized area. It was a popular rehearsal space for not only dance troupes, but theatre groups as well. Even some Broadway shows used the rehearsal spaces from time to time.

Each floor also had large men's and women's restroom/dressing area, and our company made use of that upon arriving to rehearsal to change into dance clothes. 

And so there I was on the day I met the most famous person I ever met. 

To be plain, I was using a restroom stall to change, and upon coming out, who do I nearly run into, also about to use the restroom...but Liza Minnelli!

Liza Minnelli publicity still, 1973.

The first thing that struck me was how truly tiny she was, well short of my 5'3" frame. And her eyes— those big, beautiful eyes of hers.

And she spoke! The daughter of Judy Garland, and so famous in her own right, spoke. To me! I believe the words were something to the effect of, "Hi. How are you?" I think I actually spoke some scintillating words back to the effect of, "Fine, and you?" If memory serves, a few other pleasantries were exchanged, and then she exited the dressing room. 

And that was that. 

I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised to see someone famous. After all, it was New York City. I had previously seen Robin Williams using a pay phone (remember those?) on the street, and I also once got into an elevator with Tommy Tune (I think it was in the same rehearsal building...). 

But since actual words were exchanged, I consider running into Liza Minnelli to be my most "famous person" encounter. And it happened in a restroom.

Photo: Wikimedia Commons. In the public domain.

 

Bonus Photo: A zillion years ago. Me (left) from New York City Tribune, 11 Jan 1989 review of Mark Taylor's "Xanadu/The Millions."






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