Many Homekids may remember Myron Elam as a teamster while others might recall his days as an athlete since he lettered in a varsity sport and was a member of the esteemed "J" association. But my memories of Myron are as a dancer and for a short time we were partners.

In the spring of 1943 I was in one of the rooms in the nursery practicing a dance step on the smooth polished floor when a tall fellow with a very infectious smile approached and asked if he could have a dance. Before I answered he picked me up and spun me around as deftly as Fred Astaire twirled Ginger. That was the beginning of our impromptu practice sessions. Due to our different schedules our meetings were irregular but when we met we practiced. Sometimes it was the two step or the jitterbug but our favorite dance was the waltz, which we always ended with a graceful dip. Myron was a patient teacher and though we worked without music we always stayed in step. Myron and I were quite a team.

But the partnership was not to last. One beautiful Indian summer day he told me he was leaving the Home. Trying to cheer me up he said the sessions had been great fun and he hoped I would find someone else to dance with. In September of 1943 Myron left ---- and I entered second grade.