In Memory

Leslie Getz

Leslie Getz, a ballet historian died January 20, 2019 in New York City, where she lived after a short illness. She was married to Don McDonagh, a dance critic.

Leslie, the founder/editor of "Attitudes & Arabesques", a monthly bibliographic guide to dance literature. She is also the author of "Dancers and Choreographers: A Selected Bibliography" and has authored a number of articles. She has also gathered an extensive and highly-regarded library collection of books and journals on dance.

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06/04/13 11:19 AM #1    

Ginger Armstrong (Duzet)

Leslie and I grew up together as she lived around the corner from me.  She was a very kind, generous person.  She eventually accumulated a renowned collection of books and information about ballet.  She is missed.


06/20/13 10:15 PM #2    

Janyne McLeod (Slabaugh)

I was Leslie's next door neighbor from 7th grade - marriage!  We would run to catch the bus, or cajole a parent to drive if we missed the morning pick-up.

Somehow, I just can not accept she is dead.  We kept in touch after graduation through visits and letters.   I remember Leslie's writing was very precise and through the years, printing was her perfered style.  Our mothers shared the same birthday!  Marion (her mother) was like a second mother to me.  Leslie developed an interest in ballet.  I recall she took lessons and attended many SF ballet performances.  She loved the motion, music, and the history of ballet.

Visiting her in the 1980's, she had accumulated an amazing library of ballet history: her passion was her life.  I remember Leslie every April 28th  - her birthday.


06/22/13 07:50 PM #3    

Linda L. Ikehorn (Oslin)

Leslie and I were good friends all during our Jordan Junior High years.  I so enjoyed her company and marvelled at her intellect.  She had a brilliant, creative, and uninhibited mind.  The ballet was her passion and her bedroom was festooned with photos and ballet memorabilia.  One time she invited me to sleep over.  While her older sister, Crista, and her Mother and Father were out for the evening, we snuck into Christa's room and borrowed all of her pettycoats.  We proceeded to dress in every pettycoat we could find and put on ballet slippers.  It was about 10:30 or 11:00 p.m., and the late autumn evening was so lovely.  We went out into the street and danced in our pettycoats under the streetlights.  Then Leslie proceded to knock on a neighbor's front door.  I was a bit shy, but the patient neighbors seemed used to such display and invited us in for a glass of juice.  When we returned to Leslie's house we undressed and snuck down to the kitchen pantry, took a whole pumpkin pie and ate the whole thing.  I always think of Leslie and that evening when I see ballerinas dressed in the longer, full tutus or eat pumpkin pie.  I am grateful for the exquisit memories I have of her friendship.


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