Mrs. Smith drove weekly from a nearby small town to bring her "fine arts" to our little county seat town. Parents could choose lessons for their children from acrobatics, ballet, tap dancing, or in some cases, all three for their future performers.
The culmination of a year's instruction came in the form of a recital proudly choreographed by Mrs. Smith. It was held in the "huge" auditorium at the local junior college.
Mothers and/or hired local seamstresses created elaborate costumes for the little stars. Make-up consisted of lipstick and a bit of powder. We didn't know what mascara or eye-liner was at that time.
Shirley Temple had been a popular American icon the decade before with her cutesy song and dance routines. A statement often repeated to me by my proud and biased uncle most likely led my mother to believe I would be the next Shirley Temple. Uncle Charles was sure I was destined for Hollywood.
My dance partner and I were made up to look like dancing twins. We practiced long hours to produce perfectly synchronized routines. Pictures of that time are proof that even in the 1950's litle girls were made up to look like mini-showgirls. Recently, there was a controversy about dressing little girls to look like Beyonce. That didn't seem unusual to me since, after all, our Beaver/Cleaver Moms did that to us, too.
One year our recital theme was Wedding of the Painted Doll. Our dance group which included a couple of reluctant boys were dressed in tap-dancing wedding attire.
There were two "older girls" who were Mrs. Smith's star students. At the time I adored and worshipped them because they were "big" but years later I found out one of the two was actually just 3 years older than I. We became friends and played in the same bridge club for twenty years, but strange as it may seem, we rarely, if ever discussed our dance studio days.
One more memory of the square....tap, ballet, and acrobatics but never square-dancing.