Jane Goldberg

Tapper | Historian | Comedian


Once Upon a Time in Tap-Land

Posted December 13th, 2019 at 4:18 pm

So much is happening in the art form of tap dancing now,  it is impossible to keep up with all the different tap worlds. And there are a lot of tap worlds I’m sure, many that don’t exist in what was/has been considered the capital of the tap worlds, New York City.

There are the individual tappers who don’t even try to keep up but instead work alone, finding unusual venues that have nothing to do with tap.  I myself used to tap in a lot of them, many politically oriented. Anti-war, The Brecht Forum, off of diving boards, you name it.


Introduction to Jane Goldberg’s Writing, Blog

Posted October 19th, 2019 at 11:02 am

From the age of five, though I had a modern dance background I took seriously, I broke my leg in competitive diving at age 12 and started writing. My father helped me a lot with that. I even took journalism in high school, in my junior year, so I could work on the school paper the next year. I kept up the dancing, but not the diving. I was afraid to go back to the diving board after the accident where I wore a plaster of Paris cast up to my hip for 6 months. The good old days.


Jane Goldberg essay: “My Lucky Day” from the book “Bekindr: The Transformative Power of Kindness” by Eva Ritvo, MD

Posted June 2nd, 2017 at 6:58 am

This past winter, I lost three sets of keys, all in one week while riding my bicycle. I never heard them drop to the ground. I retraced my path immediately, without success. I’ve been diagnosed with severe ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) — I am very scattered. But still, losing three sets of keys in one week?

This story is about the third loss. (more…)

Mulling & Schmoozing

Posted September 19th, 2009 at 12:36 pm

I’m starting to write my blog today, Sept 19, 2009, called Mulling & Schmoozing. Stay tuned.

Jane Goldberg

Jack Goldberg 1910-2009 my eulogy

Posted September 19th, 2009 at 12:32 pm

Here’s the eulogy I gave at my father’s graveside funeral

My father used to like to remind me that when I was a little girl growing up, I’d tell him to “be funny” thinking he could get a job upgrade that way.

Most people here knew that comedy for him was a serious pursuit on some level. In the last decade when he was blind and often miserable about that condition, it was always touch and go as to whether he’d be in any mood to tell jokes or sing his medley of songs which consisted of “My Buddy,” “Old Man River,” “Brother, Can you Spare a Dime” (a cross between George Burns and Rex Harrison), “Me and My Shadow” and recite the whole poem of “Make new friends, but keep the old.” I’d reply over the phone if it was funny, “That was funny.” He’d ALWAYS correct me, “That is funny.” (Tedious corrections). He always took requests and I was amazed at how many songs he knew, lyrics and all. (more…)