That’s not the title of my new fantasy novel (though it wouldn’t be a bad one). It’s the Conservatory of Music and Dance here in Regina, lit by the late evening sun last night just after a thunderstorm passed over.
We were at the Conservatory because my daughter Alice, who just turned four, received a Certificate of Recognition in Dance. Her teacher said she listened well, worked hard, and seemed to have fun.
Her grandmother, Dr. Alice Goodfellow, was very pleased. Alice, who performed in her first dance recital on Saturday, is the fourth generation on that side of the family to perform at Darke Hall. Alice’s great-grandmother used to sing in recitals there, her grandmother used to play piano and organ there, her mother (that would be Margaret Anne, my wife) has performed there with Regina Lyric Light Opera and tye productions (as have I), and now she, too, has trod the boards of the venerable old auditorium.
I guess you could say she has roots here.
