Jennifer Kane-Hall
It was probably about 1976, the summer before 6th grade when I met Connie. She was a gorgeous, cool, dynamo of a lady who taught a small core group of us girls to do modern dance routines and the Charleston. We dressed in our flapper outfits for a performance at Kit Carson Park at the end of that summer, and even got our picture in the newspaper. It was a thrill of a lifetime and a memory forever etched in my psyche...even 40 years later. My condolences to the family.







