suggestive dance with scandalous remarks. Imagine a man and a woman, arms around each other hopping and bopping around the floor of a tiny room. The fad spread to the US, producing tunes like "Jenny Lind Polka" about that 1850s singing sensation, and "Rail Splitter Polka" composed for Abe Lincoln's 1860 presidential campaign. Wow, now that makes Abe a true music appreciator.
For at least the next fifty years, waves of immigrants from the lands of polka traditions, like Central, Northern and Eastern Europe streamed to America. The music and dance soon became an emblem linking them to their ethnic identities. To name a few, German, Polish, Czech, Slovenian, Mexican and Finish-American styles of polka emerged. Music and dancing styles have evolved, influenced by the diverse American musical environment, but each of the styles keeps its own recognizable sound. No matter if it's fiddles, horns or squeezeboxes, it's still a polka band, as long as that thrilling rhythm propels energetic dancing couples around the floor. The Flamenco Dancers all know the beat as well.
So we wonder why is it utilized in the movies and everyday life fittings. It is close to the hearts of people who know all to well of hard times. Polkas remind us of a special Grandparent or the struggles they endured in the stories of survival and hard work on dust ridden farms, those who weathered a shorter life in the coal mines to feed their families. Those, whose tired souls continued through the steel mills and packinghouses to make a better life for their children and their children. The sharing of family gatherings, singing songs from the old home country, of tasty ethnic memories made by the hands and love of a mother who needed no instructions, for she just knew. They are what contributed to the deepest values: family, religion, honesty and work ethic. The American Dream. For it is in who we are and know no shame from its heritage. That in itself is an admiration of self worth that anyone should be proud to acknowledge.
There is also some music that is titled "Polka Dots & Moonbeams." I knew there was something special in it for the moon and me. Did you ever notice how all those cute pink frosted cookies always have the dots on them. Well I suppose I have bored some of you this month but for those festive people out there interested in obtaining their own personalized dot, contact me by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org and we will fix you right up.
It seems as though I have sat here forever yet I know it has been a short span, seemingly a DOT in time. I better wrap this up as the editor may dot my forehead if I don't send my article in. I think there is no real summary to this one but I'll see what I can do.
Life is like a dot, you never know where it will be at on a map, If we look into our hearts we all imitate the polka in some variation. A dot can be anything depending on the distance you view it from. A dot can be that small innocent spot in the center of your soul that says I remember and I care. Perhaps it is that small gleam of light that twinkles from your smile or your eyes that starts that dot rolling down the domino road that we all can make. Even dominos need dots to be what they are.
So dance a on a dot and encircle your soul, play a tune from the polka and one more thing just so you will truly know, we all began as an egg in the shape of a dot.