We've been busy over the weekend and I haven't posted. One of the things that occupied a fair amount of time were "warm-up" performances for Midsommar. We danced in the street on Thursday night, and in the church fellowship hall in Wichita on Saturday night.
Here's Charlotte and Sarah Anderson playing Charlotte's "Church March." The great irony is that many of the pious Swedes who came here would have frowned upon this kind of music (the fiddle was the devil's instrument) and on dancing. Gustaf Fröding's poem "When beauty came to town" details the opprobrium that would have fallen on dancers like us in the 19th century. Roger Hinchcliffe recorded it. His recordings are available online.