I think I was 10 when I took Baton lessons. My teacher's name was Linda. She was the niece of someone Mom knew, and she was the first person I'd ever met, or seen for that matter, that had a hair lip. During the car ride with Mom to my first lesson, She told me about it so I wouldn't be surprised. She explained that is was a type of birth defect.
Mom pulled into a driveway soon after where my teacher Linda was waiting . Her garage doors were open, and the garage was all set up for my lesson. Mom and I both got out of the car. Linda came up and introduced herself and we all said, "Hello." "How about I do a routine for you?" she said, "So you can see what I do. Then we can get started."
Linda was amazing. There were ribbons and trophy's and photos of her in costumes, all over the shelves and walls of the garage. I don't know how old she was, but I was amazed at her talent. Shortly after that, Mom said goodbye and left.
I think I'd received my baton for Christmas the year before and had taught myself a few things already, so I showed her. "I think you're going to be good at this," she said, and I smiled.
I took lessons that whole Summer, and into the following school year. A few months in, I was with Linda and a few other students. She was teaching us a core marching routine for a local parade.
After Mom pulled in to pick me up, Gail said she wanted to talk to her, and I heard Gail tell her about an upcoming competition. I heard her say that she wanted to teach me a routine for a solo. In the car on the way home, I asked Mom about it. She looked at me and smiled. "Not sure about that honey," she said, "We'll have to see. I need to talk to Dad first."
Over the next week, I overheard Mom and Dad talk more than once about the competition. There was an entrance fee, and I would need a new costume for the solo and more lessons, and all that costs money. "Linda says Pam has talent," Mom said, "And girls Pam's age rarely do Solo's. Linda thinks she could win."
When I went to my next lesson, I was learning my Solo routine. It was exciting and like nothing I'd ever experienced before. My routine was choreographed to the song, "Stars and stripes forever," and suddenly my baton was flying into the air while spinning, and I was catching it.
Then it was spinning around my neck with a flip of my thumb and then around my knees in one swift amazing movement.
"I think you're ready for a double," Linda announced as we planned the routine's ending. She had showed me her triple after practice a few times. It had won her a first place trophy years before. So we practiced the double. I had to flip the baton off my thumb then spin around twice before catching it. Done right, the baton fell right back into my hand like magic and the routine went on. But if my throw was crooked, I had to look for the baton at the end of my spin which usually found it's way to the floor. I practiced and practiced until I caught it much more often than it fell.
Mom was working on my costume. It was light pink and the front had a pattern of pretty pink and white sequins in a scroll. She spent many hours in the evening sewing them on by hand.
Finally the day of my competition had arrived. My Siblings all stayed home with Dad and wished me luck as Mom and I headed out.
When we got there, Mom signed me in and we sat and watched many performances take place before the solos began. Then the solos began. Most of the girls preforming looked older than me and they were amazing.
Finally my name was called, and I stood up. I looked at Mom for one last reassuring smile, and she squeezed my hand.
I marched up to the judging table with my knees high and smiled. Then I took a deep breath and nodded. That meant I was ready for my music. My routine was almost perfect. Near the end when I did my double, my throw wasn't completely straight and I fumbled to catch the baton which hit the ground. Linda had told me over and over what to do if that happened. She said, "Just pick it up, smile and finish strong." So that's what I did.
When it was time for awards, Mom and I sat on the floor on Gym mats while names were called. I didn't understand why we were staying. Those other girls were way better than me and I dropped my Baton. But Mom smiled and insisted we stay, so we did. Solo's were the last awards. I saw one of the girls that I watched earlier get a second place ribbon with big medallion on. They hung it around her neck. And then I heard them say, "And in our last solo category today we have a first place winner. She was our youngest solo competitor. Pamela Gales, we have a trophy for you." I looked at Mom. Her eyes lit up and she nudged me. "Well, go get it." she said smiling, and so I did.
As it turned out, "I was the only girl to compete for solo in the 10 and under category. I understand now, after thinking about all of this again as I write this story, that Linda and Mom had this figured out all along. Linda did see something in me and Mom wanted me to succeed. I had to quit my lessons after that because they were too expensive to continue them any more. But I loved every minute of it all.
And to this day, every time I hear the song, "Stars and Stripes Forever," I can close my eyes and remember my routine. Muscle memory is an extraordinary thing. So who knows, maybe I'll take it up again.
Post script note...
Several summer ago, while camping with my family my grandson found a piece of wood and began carving points on the tips. It was the perfect size and shape of a baton. "Let me see that", and when he gave it to me it began to float through my fingers. I couldn't believe how it all came back. I had told my kids and grandsons that I used to be a baton twirler, that I even had home movies if they wanted to see, but this was different. My son even watched me though the window of his camper. "Wow Mom! Look at you. And that was just a stick. My grandsons were worried I was going to hurt myself. The ends were pointed after all, and I did drop it often, but I'd made an impression.
So, the next summer, when we were all getting together to camp again, I brought a real baton and had it shipped to my sisters house. I spent a week in Auburn before the trip to Lake Tahoe, and practiced every day. I surprised my Mom one night with a performance to the same tune as my Solo, "Stars and Stripes forever." I will never forget her smile or her laughter as she watched me.
And as for the rest of the family at the camp... More smiles, more laughter, much clapping, and so much love!
Muscle memory is an amazing thing.