cheerleader emerson

 Emerson Jr High Cheerleaders circa 1961 Enid, OK

There we were – similarly coiffed, skirts measured to just below the knee, outfits made by our mothers or a friend’s mother who sewed-ready to cheer those boys on to victory.  It was pre-Title IX, so none of us were involved in sports. Cheering boys to do their best physically was the most physical a lady should get in those days.  I remember hours of practice – often in our spacious back yard and being breathless at the end of a tight game.  “Push ’em back, push ’em back.  Waaaay back!!!!!”  Pom poms shaking and legs kicking as high as a nice girl could/should kick her legs at the cheering crowd.

It was a simpler time, but a time still made complicated by the feeling that I wanted to forge my way down paths not yet built.  I knew then that the distant drummer’s tune was one I would dance to.


iSissy1 and iSissy2 both marched to the beat of a different drummer.  iSissy3 – that’s me – rather enjoyed marching to a steady, well-rehearsed, familiar beat.  No surprise there!  My two sissies made my life more exciting.

How would you describe yourself?  Are you the adventuresome type or the more steady one?  We need both in this world you know!