We asked friends to contribute their American stories for you, and you’ll find them all as posts on the PNB Blog {View the American Stories here.} They come from kids in our School, members of our Company, and leaders in our community. People tell their own and those of others or members […]
My mother, Yoko, was born in 1944, in the midst of World War II, in a Japanese relocation camp. Her father, Joe Shiomichi, died at age 23, a month before she was born. Her mother, Miye, was so devastated by his death […]
My American story begins sometime near the end of the last glacial maximum, around 13,000-16,500 years ago, when my ancestors crossed the Beringian Land Bridge to Alaska. Or so Wikipedia tells me. So while your great- greats- made their way over on planes and boats, mine did it on foot. In the snow […]
Blonde. Blue eyes. Fair skin. It doesn’t take an extensive examination of my family genealogy to guess what might make up my heritage—largely Scandinavian, more specifically, Swedish roots. My mother’s side is entirely, completely, 100% Swede—in fact, it […]
Blonde. Blue eyes. Fair skin. It doesn’t take an extensive examination of my family genealogy to guess what might make up my heritage—largely Scandinavian, more specifically, Swedish roots. My mother’s side is entirely, completely, 100% Swede—in fact, it […]
I remember clicking on what looked to be another ballet video on YouTube. This time though, the women were in black and the men in white. It was the first time I had seen a ballet like this. I was captivated by a male solo. I later learned it was Peter Boal in George Balanchine’s […]
My mom’s paternal grandfather Leopold Koch came over from Czechoslovakia, where his last name was pronounced with a hard O and a guttural ch. But upon landing in “the new country,” he asked the Ellis Island immigration officer how he’d pronounce […]
Jerome: I never excelled in English. But that changed after spending five weeks at the Miami City Ballet summer program. Luckily, ballet is a universal language, but I still found myself a bit lost outside of the studio.
My parents were proud to be Young Democrats for Kennedy, but I never took my own patriotism very seriously until I landed at the School of American Ballet as a young dancer. The passion Mr. Balanchine exuded for all things […]
I stood in my tightest fifth position as the curtain came up. With the lights out in the pit, the orchestra began to play Vivaldi’s Baroque score and the crescendo of violins rushed over me from behind. Directly in front […]
I stood in my tightest fifth position as the curtain came up. With the lights out in the pit, the orchestra began to play Vivaldi’s Baroque score and the crescendo of violins rushed over me from behind. Directly in front […]
My parents settled in the Central Wisconsin city of Stevens Point, a “college town” with an active and energetic community. I was born and mostly raised in “Point,” as were my younger siblings.
My parents were […]