Montyâs last dance tells us about his home - and ours
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He danced as if there were no tomorrow. His legs pumped and his arms whirled. His body jerked and he seemed unable to stop.
The people of the little town of Heywood in far south-west Victoria turned out to watch this wild show in their main street, hooting and laughing and urging the dancer on.
Monty Foster at a family wedding.
I was a mere child on that day in the 1950s, in town with my Dad for supplies, but the sight of this manâs abandon never left me.