This is Gertie and she’s a bit of a flirt so she’s known as Flirty Gertie. She’s a real
show-off, an exhibitionist – she’s just enjoying herself, letting it all hang out. Whatever the reason she’s doing it for – it’s good exercise. She has got a fine pair of legs!
This is Gertie’s first holiday. She’s at a beer festival in Germany, or Switzerland. She’s probably German because Germans love to dance. She arrived there on a banana boat. And she’s here for the beer. She’s there because it’s her birthday and she’s celebrating it. She’s certainly shaking it all about. She’s doing The Twist.
Come on let's twist again, Like we did last summer! Yeaaah, let's twist again, Like we did last year! Do you remember when, Things were really hummin', Yeaaaah, let's twist again, Twistin' time is here!
Gertie’s a good mover and groover – she may have learned at Ida Tremaine’s dancing school in Exeter. And she’s dancing to promote the school. Look - there’s an arm reaching out for her – it’s going to swing her around. Ah-ha! Gert’s on the pull! No, she’s just demonstrating the dance. She does look as if she is paying attention to the steps. You know, she could be dancing for a dare. Or to keep warm. In that short skirt I’m not surprised!
She works in an office, as a secretary. She was on her way home, heard the music and wanted to dance after a long day working. An official photographer took her photo. Or a peeping Tom. She looks very strict – like a matron. She does look very matronly. Or maybe more motherly, old and worn. She looks very manly; maybe she is Russian. Gert’s a Russian spy, James Bond’s girlfriend, and she has got a knife in her shoe. That’s why she is hopping around!
Gertie’s dancing to a brass band. And it’s playing Jazz. Or popular music. Or the viennese waltz. She did not come alone. She came with the band and she yodels. Her husband plays in the band – he plays the french horn.
There's a little ditty, They're singing in the city, Especially when they've been
On the gin, Or the beer, If you've got the patience, Your own imaginations, Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear... Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes,
Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows.
Everyone is enjoying the music; they are enjoying Gertie’s dance. And the crowd are all clapping along, applauding Gertie. She bows. And everyone joins her on the dance floor.
Story created by: Pam, Rita, Barbara, Jean, Pat, Elizabeth, Hazel, June, Dorothy, Tony, Mervyn – St Thomas Memory Café, Exeter, 17th August 2015.