Tuesday, 4 August 2026
THE WOMAN BEHIND THE WINGS
elma Furness might not be a name you know, but in the North of Sheffield, she was a legend. Community stalwart and dance teacher to hundreds of people, she touched so many lives in a positive way.
Sadly, she passed away this week leaving a long, beautiful legacy. My mother was a student with her—part of her wonderful seniors class—and so were my daughters. I spent so many hours in the parents' room or in halls helping with rehearsals and shows. Loads of happy memories that have become a key part of our family story.
She was apparently a poorly child; her mother worked hard to put her through dance school to build up her strength—something that would shape the rest of her life. Her faith was also very important to her, a lifelong Methodist who was always very active within the church.
That early determination paved the way for a remarkable life of community service. By 1950, at just sixteen years old, her deep roots in local youth work were recognised when she was crowned Queen of the Sheffield and District Band of Hope at Hanover Street Church. Even as a young woman, dressed in her ceremonial gown on the church steps, she was already becoming a central figure in Sheffield’s civic life.
That passion for nurturing people through dance naturally grew into the Velma Furniss School of Theatre Dance. While she initially taught out of local spaces like Hatfield House Lane Methodist Church, the school eventually found its permanent home on Oaks Lane, operating directly alongside her own residence. Over more than half a century, she taught ballet, tap, modern jazz, and theatre craft. Her classes weren't just for young kids; adults were just as welcome, stepping back onto the floor for the joy of movement.
Remarkably, all of this was on top of her day job as a teacher at Shiregreen Infants School, as well as her ongoing work as a Sunday School teacher. Long before modern community centres existed, Miss Furness built a safe, welcoming haven where people of all ages could learn discipline, build confidence, and find their rhythm.
Miss Furness finally closed her doors five years ago at the grand old age of 88. She suffered a stroke last year and finally gave up driving.
Mum and dad saw her regularly; they took her out for a Costa on a consistent basis. She was a very active lady and loved to visit the coast, catching up with friends. She kept in touch with all her former pupils, sending out hundreds of Christmas cards every year, every child - every parent—it's something we'll certainly miss.
She has a niece, but apart from that, I'm not aware of any other extended family, except for the hundreds of kids and adults who went through her school. She never married.
She passed peacefully in her sleep on the morning of Tuesday 4th August 2026.
Given the monumental impact she had on generations of families across North Sheffield, I don't think her story should end here. The Sheffield Legends Walk of Fame outside the Town Hall honours those who have made a lasting mark on our city. While it usually goes to household celebrities, true legends are people like Miss Furness, who devoted her life to our children and our community. I intend to write to council leaders and the Mayor to nominate her for the recognition she so richly deserves, and I’d encourage anyone whose life she touched to do the same.
I'll close this post with words from my eldest daughter that she posted to social media:
"Miss Furness...
Thank you for everything you did for every single child and adult that ever crossed paths with you. You were a legend to us all and you never forgot a single one of us dancers and we will never forget you!
Rest easy, you deserve it! R.I.P."
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