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Dawn Reed Times Columnist

Dawn Reed
Dawn Reed
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I can still remember the first time I saw them. I was on the street in Williamson and was captivated. (Forget Disney World and the Main Street Electrical Parade, this was the local holiday parade in 1970!) I could hear the band approaching. I saw their tan legs and white boots with tassels for the very first time. That’s when I knew my life’s calling: I wanted to be a MAJORETTE!

When I found the majorette boots for sale in Canteens Department Store not long after, I nearly swooned. If my Mom was shopping and couldn’t find me, I was always in the shoe department.

I was neither cool nor coordinated, so I was fairly sure majoretting was not in my future. I took up backyard basketball and riding my bike instead. But when I started high school…the old dream flamed anew.

The majorettes were clearly the princesses of the school back then. Of all the princesses, the one who reigned supreme was Jennifer Parrigan. During the football and basketball games, she led her court as they performed to the latest hits. I can see her even now in the hallway. She was always dressed well, but I especially remember her perfectly white canvas Keds with perfectly white socks. (I wanted some of those, too.) She carried her books to class and was so coordinated she could always manage a baton gracefully in one hand. She oozed coolness.

I had a baton, too-for home use only. The real majorettes had the most awesome routine to the theme from Hawaii Five-O. I had it memorized, but theirs was better. I did have a killer routine to Please Mr. Postman by the Carpenters, though. I could do the whole song in my family room without knocking anything off the shelves. (That took some practice!)

I wanted to be a majorette more than anything in the world! Ten years later, at our high school reunion, I had married my high school sweetheart, but I STILL wanted to be a majorette!

A few years ago, I was studying a Sunday School lesson to share with my class. It was about being an encourager. That’s when it came to me: I can’t be a majorette, but I sure can be a cheerleader! (Please don’t picture me in the outfit with pompoms!) I can cheer people on, with good words, Scripture verses and love! Woohoo!

When I work with our young dental patients, I tell them right away that I am their cheerleader for the day. We talk about all the good things cheerleaders do and that they are always very good spellers. Boys don’t really care, but the girls love it-especially if they are cheerleaders themselves. Then I tell them that years ago, before they were born, I really wanted to be a majorette. Not a lot of them know what that means. I explain for a few minutes and then tell them to Google it or ask their grandmother. (They love that they were princesses before Belle, Jasmine and the Little Mermaid!)

When my license plate was changed this year, the letters “R-A-H” are in it-as in Rah! Rah! I LOVED IT!

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