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Murder to Leading to Silly… I Love Theatre!

What’s in the box?

For this week’s Throwback Thursday Post,  I looked in my Media Library at September 2019.  I was gearing up for Fabulous and Fatal,  the interactive murder mystery we presented to benefit the Herkimer County Historical Society last October.  The box shown was an important prop in the story.

It was given to me by the cast of Leading Ladies, the play I directed for Ilion Little Theatre in 2016.

One of my all-time favorite casts.

Drawing your attention to the costume worn by the “lady” on your far right, I just mention that it is a costume piece I have owned many years and used many times.

Definitely more silly than scary.

I wore the caftan to be a silly wizard for an event for the March of Dimes in May 2018.

I was probably the silliest.

Once again, I was associated with some wonderful people.  This is the thing when you go to do anything theatrical:  theatre people are awesome!

Another appearance of the silly wizard!

I wore the caftan again that year for the Doodah Parade for Ilion Days.  I rode on the float for Ilion Little Theatre.

More fun theatre people!

As the song says, there’s no people like show people!  I hope soon I will be able to make more theatre memories,  if for no other reason than that I will need something to throw back to in 2021!

 

A Slice of My Life

Well, what’s wrong with another late post?  These things happen.  And it’s not as if I have a lot of things to say.  But maybe I can come up with a few.

A slice of my life.

Ah, coffee, the magic elixir which makes all things possible. Since I have developed a prejudice against making posts with no pictures, I offer this.  I purposefully selected a local mug for the purpose.  Herkimer Home, of General Herkimer who heroically died from wounds sustained in the Battle of Oriskany, is in Little Falls, NY.  It is a wonderful historic site I hope to visit again.

The lantern was purchased by my husband, ostensibly for use in Dirty Work at the Crossroads, the play he directed at Ilion Little Theatre, but actually because he thought it looked cool.  I later used it in Much Ado About Nothing with LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company.

I’m the mean-looking one on the left.

Here I am in Much Ado.  You can just barely see the lantern by the wall on the right.  My partner and I took these evildoers into custody.  I famously ran back to grab the lantern while my evildoer stared at me in disbelief.  I threatened him with the pitchfork as I ran back to him.  It was one of my all-time favorite pieces of stage business.

Under the lantern (going back to the first picture) are scripts I have been reading in hopes of future theatrical endeavors, along with a book I think my Dad might like.

These are my thoughts as I sip coffee and wait for my Sunday to start.  I hope all of you had grand Saturday.

 

Morning’s Memories

That’s me, putting my husband in his place.

I saw this photo in my Facebook Memories this morning, and it did bring back good memories.  I thought I would use it in a Throwback Thursday post.  It is a rehearsal shot from Morning’s at Seven, a play I did last year at Ilion Little Theatre.  It was a great deal of fun.

I still have a copy of this, I think.

This is the flier, which we hung up all over the town, I hope.  At least, we got some good audiences.

This was kind of a dramatic moment.

Here is the entire cast on stage in costume.

Split screen of the same room.

And here are a couple of backstage shots.  Backstage is often as interesting as what goes on onstage, but I think this play was pretty interesting onstage. I do not recall any particular backstage dramas.  I try to avoid such things.

Pre-show cast selfie!

To prove my point about no backstage drama: here we are all before a show, looking perfectly happy together.  I loved the cast, crew and director of this play.  Yay for good memories.

A posed cast picture.

As long as I am having a Throwback Thursday about Morning’s at Seven, I might as well share all the pictures I can find.

And I gotta share my favorite!

This is one of my favorite scenes of the play, where I have a heart to heart with the character played by my good friend, Jim Mills.  He is  wonderful actor, and we both had a great time doing this scene.

It is nice to look back on theatre experiences past, and I hope one day soon to make some new memories.  Of course, I will make a few blog posts about it!

 

Do Not Forgo the Memory

Regular readers (if I still have any) (I hope I do!) know that I rarely forgo Lame Post Friday.

OK, this is usually something I would confine to a parenthetical comment, but this being Lame Post Friday, I will give it its its own paragraph. “Forego” with an “e” means to go before, to precede.  “Forgo” means to give up or go without. I learned that just now,  when my computer told me both spellings were correct (well, not in so many words, but it did not underline or autocorrect either version). I pulled out my dictionary and looked it up.

And now you know how old school (which sounds somewhat better than just “old”) I am:  I use an actual dictionary.  It is a large red book: Random House Webster’s College Dictionary (New York, 1991).  It was given to me many years ago as a Christmas present from some friends who knew I wanted to be a writer.

Ooh look, I just related this post back to Christmas.  But now I am thinking about the friends who gave me the dictionary, a couple we were very friendly with when we lived up north, in the Potsdam and Norwood, NY area.  We pretty much lost touch with them when they left the area, although we exchanged Christmas cards and eventually re-connected with the wife on Facebook.  Sadly, she died from cancer a few years ago.

This has gotten rather melancholy for a Friday Lame Post, but I think it is important to remember friends.  So, a lexicographical note and a memory.  Sounds like a Friday post to me.

 

Dressing Up For Throw Back Thursday

How about a Throw Back Thursday post?  For one reason, I am once again brain dead.  Full disclosure: I had a moment earlier when I considered waiting till tomorrow morning to make today’s post.  However, as I wait for my husband to NICELY fix dinner (he is such a keeper!), I thought, I can do this.

I would look so good in that dress.

I went to the first month I used pictures in this blog and picked this one.  It was a costume display outside of Boscov’s at Sangertown Mall in New Hartford, NY.  We don’t get out that way very often, but this was definitely worth the trip.

We were ACTING!

Since it is currently August, I went to August 2017 and found this wonderful cast photo from Shakespeare’s The Tempest, as performed by LiFT, the Little Falls Theatre Company.  I’m the one in the purple cape and yellow tights. I just love a colorful costume.

This was a post-parade pic.

Going to August 2018, I found this gem, actually taken in July 2018.  It is a member of LiFT  who participated in the Canal Days Parade in Little Falls, NY. She was also in  The Tempest,  a truly delightful young actress.

A more recent picture.

This last photo only throws back to July 2019.  I was looking for something with more costumes, and came across some shots of Ilion Little Theatre at the Doodah Parade,  which was part of the Ilion Days festivities.

I hope you have enjoyed my stroll (or was it more of a hop scotch?) down Memory Lane.  I personally am looking forward to my next opportunity to put on a costume.  I hope somebody will take a  picture that I can include in a blog post.

 

Market, Motors and Memory

I went to the Clinton Farmer’s Market today.  What a crowd scene!  I brought my Tablet to take some pictures, but the only real photo op was a display of some vintage cars. The cars reminded me of a previous experience,  so this may turn into a Throw Back Thursday post.

My companions at the market included my sister Cheryl and great-nephew Sheppie.  We were the three who walked across the street to see the cars.  I love classic cars.

I would love to tool down the road in this!

A fellow there showed us the engines of a couple of the cars and explained some of the mechanics involved.  These were Franklin cars, which were apparently the best made at the time.

Cheryl and Sheppie.

The cars reminded me of a time I dressed in 1920’s garb and posed near an old automobile.

This is not exactly like the car in my memory.

I was unable to show my pictures of the other car at the time, but I can show them to my readers now.

Hmmm… not really like it at all.

Here is the car I remembered.   It was parked in front of one of the Rutger Mansions in Utica, NY, for a fundraiser for the Landmarks Society of Greater Utica.  But that isn’t the picture I really wanted to show.

I rarely ignore a chance to flash a little leg.

Yes, this is me, impersonating a society lush from the 1920’s.

My husband Steven and friends Kim and Wayne.

This picture was actually taken a year later than the previous one, but it us the same car.

I guess this also can count as a Non-Sequitur Thursday post,  since I veered from farmers market to memories.  Who says I can’t multitask?

 

Is It Jogging or Blogging?

I was going to type about not writing, but when I added the parenthetical comment “as Truman Capote once said, that’s not writing, it’s typing,” it reminded me of a story.

In fifth grade, my class was running out to the playground with the teacher, for a kickball game, I think.  The teacher said, “You students aren’t sprinting, you’re jogging!”  in an aghast tone of voice, as if we knew what we were supposed to be doing and were purposely doing it wrong because we were such rotten kids.  I remember feeling bad, because I wasn’t doing it right (I was that sort of kid).   Afterwards, I felt a bit resentful, because he never said we were supposed to be sprinting.  How were we supposed to know?

It was not until years later that I realized, the guy was probably humiliated that this group of fifth graders — even the completely un-athletic ones like me  — were totally outpacing his fat ass (he wasn’t really fat, just mildly overweight, but since he’s the bad guy of the story, I’ll go with fat).  He was pretty much a big jerk, as a teacher and as a human being, so I won’t say “the poor guy.”

In retrospect, I’m glad if he was feeling humiliated.  He humiliated me often enough, but I won’t get into that, because this is a blog, not psychotherapy.  But for heavens’ sake, why would you shame a bunch of fifth-graders for how they move out to a playground?  He didn’t say, “Let’s sprint!”  He just started running and so did we.  It didn’t matter anyways, because by the time he said it, we were where we were supposed to be.  I don’t even remember if it was a kick-ball game or what, but I’m betting if we picked teams I got picked last.  My life was a kind of a burden to me in elementary school.

Incidentally, I remember reading in James Fixx’s famous book about running that he did not differentiate between running and jogging.  I could be remembering that wrong (it was not as memorable as being insulted by an elementary school teacher, I guess).  Regular readers know I call it all running, even my middle-aged shuffle or when I’m thunking along (I really feel “thunking” should be a word).

Why do I remember this stuff when I can’t where I put whatever I happen to be looking for at the time (as happens to me at least once a day)?  More importantly, does it make a good blog post?  Perhaps it does not matter on Wuss-out Wednesday.  Here’s hoping!

 

Just a Few Theatre Pictures

One of the all-time best casts I have ever worked with.

I was looking through my Media Library (I will never get over my delight in using that term) for the logo of 20/20 on OWN, because that is what I am looking at (in rather a desultory fashion) (another term I delight in using) while I attempt some semblance of a blog post.  Then I thought, maybe a Throw Back Thursday would be nice.  I have a lot of fun pictures I can revisit.  Above is the cast of Leading Ladies, which I directed at Ilion Little Theatre (ILT) in 2016.  I would like to direct again sometime.

We were a huge hit.

I would also like to act again, and get my husband, Steven acting again.  This is us on stage together in Splitting Issues, at ILT in 2016.

But this was our really big scene together!

Steven and I also shared the stage in Harvey at ILT in 2012.  He played Dr. Chumley, I was Veda.  That was another wonderful theatre experience.

Another cast I loved!

Regular readers know ILT is not the only community theatre group I work with.  This is LiFT Theatre Company of Little Falls, presenting Much Ado About Nothing in 2016.  Wow, I was busy in 2016.  I don’t know what excuse I have for being so tired now!  I think it is time for me to be in another play, so I can put more pictures in my Media Library.

In the meantime, here is my blog post for today.  Happy Thursday, everyone!

 

You Can Forget this Blog Post

I’ll never forget the time that…

Sometimes those words are followed by a delightful memory of fun times with family and friends, or a time somebody did something impressive, or any number of other good things.  Sometimes not so much.  Sometimes what we’ll never forget is the time that somebody did or said something that was mean and uncalled for.  Worse yet, sometimes it’s something I did myself and I still feel bad about.  Full disclosure:  most of my unpleasant “never forgets” are bad things done by others.  Oh, I’ve done plenty of things I’m ashamed of, but they don’t seem to pop into my mind as frequently. When you get right down to it, I am pretty much a stinker.  But I digress.

Here’s the thing that occurred to me this morning, sometimes it is a good idea to forget these things we’ll never forget.  What good does it do us to remember?  I often still feel the same hurt or regret, only the chances of making things right are extremely remote.  Oh, I suppose being a fiction writer, I could attempt to extract some petty revenge by fictionalizing my adversaries.  I personally have never had great success with that.  Of course, I have not so far had great success as a fiction writer at all, but let’s not probe that sore spot.  For one reason, I do not want to be saying at some future date, “I’ll never forget the time I was make a blog post and all somebody wanted to talk about was my lack of success as a fiction writer.

You may have noticed that I am not giving any examples of things I’ll “never forget.”  That is because I am attempting to follow my new idea of forgetting these things.  At least I will strive not to dwell on them.  I’ll let you know how that works out for me.

In the meantime, this will have to do for today’s blog post.  There is probably a much better essay to be written on the subject.  In fact, it probably has already been written.  Why should I think I am the first person to come up with these things?  No matter.  Some things bear repeating.  Happy Tuesday, everyone.

 

I Could Use a Rainbow

I can’t even handle a Monstrous Monday today.

Let’s call this a continuation of last week’s Blogger’s Sad Day (was it only last week?).  This evening, Steven and I went to our friend Julianne’s calling hours.  It was sad, oh was I sad.  I pretty much felt sad all day and thought how I would probably not be able to make a decent blog post.  It doesn’t even feel right to post monster pictures.  Well, there is one thing I could post, if I can find it…

Is this them welcoming Julianne to heaven?

Julianne LOVED The Wizard of Oz.  I think it is a pretty fun movie, and a great memory of my childhood (ooh, am I seguing into a Monday Memories post?).  Julianne was only a little older than me, so like me she grew up before VCRs (for really young people, that is what came before DVD, Blu-Ray and streaming).  You had to wait till they decided to show a movie on television, and there were only about three channels, unless you had cable, in which case there were about seven.  And until you got a color TV, you did not realize how truly wonderful it was when Dorothy finally got over the rainbow.

Well, my friend Julianne is over the rainbow now.  I hope she is in a wonderful place.  It makes me feel a little better to believe that she is.