Life As a Tarantella: A Memoir
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Barbara was an only child, born in Toronto, Canada in 1915. Her mother, Ethel was a want-to-be Bohemian artist and her father, Stanley was a professional singer. Neither parent concentrated on raising Barbara. It was after Ethel took her daughter with her to Paris in the 1920s that Barbara learned her parents were getting divorced.
It was also in Paris that Ethel enrolled Barbara in a Catholic boarding school run by nuns. This gave Ethel freedom from parenting, but it was also the most miserable period of Barbara’s life. She was the only American student. No one spoke English. She quickly learned to speak French, but until she stressed her ties to Canada rather than America, no one befriended her.
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Life As a Tarantella - Jill D. Sweet
2012
Life as a Tarantella
a memoir
JILL D. SWEET
Copyright © 2015 Jill D. Sweet.
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Contents
Prologue
I Hiding Under the Piano
Toronto 1918
II School, a Rabbit, and Ave Maria
Greenwich Village 1919
III Woodstock Maverick Festivals
1915-1931
IV Crossing the Atlantic
1920
V Paris and Sainte Marie Convent
1920-1921
VI Fontainebleau and Giverny
1922-1928
VII Back from France
Greenwich Village and Brewster 1929
VIII Big Sister Claire
Hollywood 1921-1934
IX Vermont Summer Camp
X Roberta and the Women
1933-1938
XI Beverly Hills and Hollywood 1938
XII Personal Regretes, Professional Opportunities
Broadway 1941-1948
XIII Pivotal Transitions
XIV South Pacific and a Family of Five
Connecticut 1947-1954
XV The Move West
California 1954
XVI North Hollywood 1954
XVII Studio City: 1956-1963
Finale
Acknowledgements
Her Gifts
I think of the great minds,
Those whose lives touched me,
Masters of stage, written word,
Dance, music, art.
My mother whose instincts discovered
The unusual, the fascinating, the avant-garde.
The learning trees of the world
In which she found herself,
Gifting it all to my young mind.
Today I weep at a symphony,
Sigh over a poem, am moved
By sculptures, and in passion
And great love, embrace
All that she gave me.
Barbara Adams Stephens
For My Niece, Marika Stephens
Who, Like Her Grandmother Barbara, Is Becoming a Woman of
Strength, Courage, and Compassion
Prologue
In the spring of 1983, I am completing my second year teaching Cultural Anthropology at a small liberal arts college in upstate New York. I regularly talk long distance to my mother, Barbara Adams Stephens and my father, Harvey Stephens who live across the country in a southern California retirement community. Their retirement home is located about 20 miles from Laguna Beach where they raised my two brothers and me in the 1950s and 60s.
Whenever possible, I fly out to visit them in California, or they come see me in Saratoga Springs, New York. One year I ask Mom to fly east during my spring break and come with me to Vermont where I can interview her about her life. I explain that I want to use my anthropological skills to ask her about her youth and her career, first as a dancer and then as a stage manager on Broadway. Mom agrees to the plan, but after thinking about it, feels intimidated by my scholarly
approach and the idea that she is to be my informant.
I try to ease her worries by explaining how anthropologists refer to this kind of research as the life history method.
I can imagine her perplexed expression at the other end of the line, as she thinks how she never had the chance to go to college and as a result occasionally feels intellectually inferior to college graduates including her three children. I tell her not to worry, my purpose for interviewing her is straightforward.
First. I want to learn more about her life and what it reveals of my great grandmother Mary, teacher of advanced math and astronomy, my artist grandmother Ethel and my silent movie actress aunt Claire. In other words, I want to better understand three generations of women who share a family history as well as an involvement in teaching, art, and performance. Second, I hope to see how the anthropological perspective and skills I used when studying Native American families in New Mexico can be just as useful when exploring one’s own family.
After a pause, Mom asks me, why Vermont? I remind her that she is always telling me the happiest times of her life were in Vermont when she attended a summer camp called Killooleet. Mom conceded that camp Killooleet was where she began to feel free from the hardships of her youth. It was where she began to dream of a life in the theater. Further, Killooleet was where she gained confidence in herself. Nevertheless, Mom seems nervous about my Vermont plan. She wonders if her stories are interesting enough. Will she remember the details? Will I find fault with her attempts to reconstruct events from so many years ago? Will she see me as an anthropologist or will she see me simply as the youngest of her three children—the child who is a perfectionist and can be temperamental like her actor father?
These questions and doubts are not as strong as Mom’s desire to please me. On the designated date, she says good-bye to my father and boards a plane for Albany. I meet her at the airport and we drive on to Vermont where we take a room for a weekend of uninterrupted talk and reflection. I have my tapes and tape recorder ready to catch the tales of her youth and her struggle in the 1940s to become a Broadway stage manager at a time when it was considered strictly a man’s job. I had heard bits and pieces of her stories over the years, but I never listened fully or stepped back to see them as related parts of a whole life.
Choosing a place to stay for the week is complicated by the fact that I have multiple sclerosis, which makes climbing stairs difficult. Most of the cute bed and breakfasts involve stairs so we settle instead on an off-season ski lodge with lovely grounds and paths for walking. The interior of this lodge turns out to be less inviting than the grounds, but we both are tired from the drive and decide to stay put, in spite of the dreary halls and dark rooms with slightly smelly carpets, damp and stained from years of winter guests tracking in snow and ice melt.
After we settle in our sparsely furnished room; two double beds, a side-table, a dresser, and a round table with two chairs where I can spread out my notebooks, tape recorder, and lists of questions, Mom and I begin to work together recording her stories. As mother and daughter we are alike in many ways and we are very close. Nonetheless, she always has to protect herself because I can hurt her deeply with a quick look or thoughtless remark.
Take the case of shopping with her for school clothes when I was a teenager. It was always a terrible scene. I am in the dressing room nearly in tears. Mom is on the floor looking for something to replace what didn’t fit.
Mom, this size 10 doesn’t fit me either!
I step out of the skirt and leave it on the floor beside other garments that I have rejected.
I told you I was gaining weight,
I announce with disgust. Mom replies, Sizes vary from maker to maker, Jill. I’ll bet we can find a size 10 in a better brand. Here, try this,
Mom says hopefully.
After one quick look I say, God no! That is so-o-o ugly!
This is what the girls are wearing this year,
Mom says defensively.
Who says so? What girls?
I ask. This girl isn’t wearing that. Oh God, I hate shopping for clothes. I am so fat I’ll get kicked out of the corps de ballet!
No you won’t,
says mom. I end our conversation by rudely stating, Mom, you don’t know anything!
After that mom is silent and I feel badly that I hurt her.
As I begin to interview Mom in our Vermont room, I have no way of knowing that it will be a little over a decade before she becomes incapable of sharing her stories with me due to her developing dementia. By 2006, several years after my father died, her dementia became worse and resulted in her need to enter a nursing home. I found a nursing home near my work and home in Saratoga Springs.
When Mom first went into the nursing home she was 91 years old, weak and recovering from a fall, but she soon gained strength and was considered by the staff to be one of the most interesting and lively patients on her floor. The nurses loved to talk to her about her life as a dancer in New York City and Woodstock during the 1930s and later as a stage manager in the 1940s. They asked about her glamorous publicity photos