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Delma Jones (nee Herd) with her photo album

Of corner stores and ballet schools

When Delma Jones (nee Herd) fell down some stairs at age three, it set the scene for a lifetime love of dancing. The fall was followed by a mysterious case of juvenile arthritis: mysterious because it involved painless swelling of her leg, later followed by similar problems with her other limbs and joints. Doctors put her in a splint but couldn't get to the bottom of the problem. Eventually one specialist suggested the youngster take up ballet as therapy. She was signed up with noted Hamilton ballet teacher Jessie Brownlie. From the start, ballet captured Delma's…

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Newcastle’s Palais Royale dance hall

In 2007 I interviewed Mrs Valerie Crane, the daughter of the man who created Newcastle's Palais Royale dance hall phenomenon. I recently rediscovered the interview, so here's what I wrote at the time. The man who invented the generation-spanning Novocastrian phenomenon of the Palais Royale was a keen violinist who moved to Newcastle from Tamworth in the 1920s and worked as an ironmonger for hardware merchant Frederic Ash. Fred Pears must have been a man of considerable energy. He worked full-time, played in dance bands and taught violin to aspiring young musicians. It didn't take him…

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The Palais, as I remember it, in the 1980s. Norm Barney collection.

I owe my life to Newcastle’s Palais Royale

I owe my life to the Palais Royale. That's because my parents, like those of a substantial number of people of my vintage in Newcastle, NSW, met at that famous former music and dance venue. In my own youth in the 1980s the Palais was, as far as I was concerned, just another venue for loud music, expensive drinks and tense nights of standing in dark, crowded corners forlornly hoping to meet the girl of my dreams while also trying to stay out of the way of aggro drunks. It was different for my parents. In…

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