After confusion about whether swap would be held on Saturday, October 14th or Saturday, October 21, it was held on the 21st at the home of Marc Young in Columbia, MD, location never having been in question.
We started with a short discussion of Saki’s ghost stories, after which Margaret Chatham allowed us to vote between hearing The Open Window (a ghost story) or The Stalled Ox (a humorous tale). Although I tried to vote for hearing both stories, Margaret only treated us to The Stalled Ox by Saki.
Jules Metcalf-Burton obliged his mother (me) and the rest of us by telling most of the opening chapter of James Thurber’s Thirteen Clocks. Later at snack time, he also told a lovely bit about Hagga’s hut from the same book.
Cricket Parmalee recounted a Nisqually tale, The Girl Who Married a Ghost from the book of that title by Laura Simms. Then she sang a song with an Irish tune and words from Pete Seeger, but I don’t think she gave a title for it.
I, eve burton, recited e.e. cummings’ poem that begins Hist whist. . . . After which Cricket told a Pumpkin Story; she and I did the finger play 5 Little Pumpkins; and I sang There’s a Spider on the Floor, inspired by the book of that title by Raffi, but with some of my own words, accompanied by Marc tickling his 6-year old granddaughter on toe, knee, tummy, shoulder and head, as the song required.
Greer did a beautiful reading of My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss. (Normally, reading is not allowed at swaps, but as Greer is only 6 years old, we all agreed that, for her, reading was quite acceptable, indeed, delightful.)
Marc Young told a personal tale of his Jewish Wedding which was almost ruined when the orange candles were forgotten at home. Fortunately, it wasn’t ruined, and he and his wife are still married to this day, many years later.
Cricket, who was just full of stories on this evening, shared a wonderful tale about Why We Sing the National Anthem at Sports Events. Apparently, it goes back to a world series game of Sept. 5, 1918, but was not done continuously until after WWII.She also did a lovely recitation of Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer, and explained that in a recent poll, the three most-recognized, recorded songs in America were, in order of recognition: The Star Spangled Banner, Happy Birthday, and Take Me Out to the Ball Game. So, led by Cricket, we all sang Take Me Out to the Ball Game.
Our storytelling was wrapped-up by Greer, reading for us once again, this time Fluffy’s School Bus Adventure by Kate McMullan.
At some point in the telling we had a long discussion about how personal tales overtook folklore at the annual National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough TN.
Storytelling was followed by lovely treats: a smoked trout spread, cheese and crackers; clementines; two apple pies, one from Margaret, the other baked by Jules Metcalfe-Burton; date cake; and chocolate-marshmallow squares. Yummmmmmm!
Thanks to Marc and Greer for hosting a wonderful evening!!!
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What a glorious day for telling tales at the Montgomery County Harvest Festival! The weather was sunny, breezy and warm. There were plenty of people and activities, but it never felt crowded or rushed. And best of all the storytelling was terrific!
The Twinbrook Tellers performed two sets, the first on the “Front Porch” stage, in warmer-than-we-might-have-liked full sun, and the second on the larger, shadier and better-attended “Hay Barracks” stage. At both sets we were preceded by Janice “The Griot” Curtis Greene. Janice, past president and lifetime member of The Griot’s Circle of Maryland, is a wonderful teller. We felt privileged to enjoy her storytelling, and appreciative that she stayed to hear ours. She, like most professional storytellers, enjoys hearing the upcoming generation of tellers developing and sharing their storytelling skills.
Our program, emceed by Noah, included:
Lily:The Kitten and the Falling Leaves by William Wordsworth and Isabel by Ogden Nash.
Peter: Calico Pie by Edward Lear
Chrissy: How to Quarrel, a folk tale from Laos
Evelyn: Fox and Crow, an Aesop’s Fable
John: The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Clare: The Raven by Edgar Alan Po
Noah: American folktale Alfred Bellhop Stormalong
We had to deal with a couple of glitches – unexpectedly switching stages, performing in full sun, having no microphone for the first set, having a “hay play” area right behind our tellers at the second set – but the kids handled the difficulties and distractions like pros. They did us all proud today!!!
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October 7, 2017
While Hurricane Irma approached Florida on Saturday evening, September 9, 2017, six storytellers and an additional four listeners gathered at the home of Jennifer Hine in Springfield, VA, to share a variety of folk, fantastic and true tales. I (eve burton) started with Sredni Vashtar, a scary story by H. H. Munro, otherwise known as Saki.
Miriam Nadel, who is working on the goal of learning a story from every country in the world, shared a very unusual tale from Albania in which there were snakes who had moved into a cathedral and wouldn’t pay their taxes. The story is called The Girl Who Turned Into a Boy and was from the book Albanian Folktales and Legends by Robert Elsie.
Bill Mayhew followed with Frankie, the tale of how his parents met (maybe).
For a change of pace, Fred shared a personal tale about meeting an Italian World War II hero while on military exercises on Malta.
Inspired by Fred’s tale, Bill Mayhew told a joke about 3 generals, an admiral, and courage.
Jennifer Hine told Martina the Beautiful Cockroach. This is a tale that appears in many versions. Jennifer told it from Senior Cat’s Romance and Other Favorite Stories from Latin America by Lucia M Gonzalez.
Tim Livengood closed the storytelling with tales from Rocket Science Preschool.
Storytelling was followed by an excellent array of cookies, bars, brownies, banana bread, and other treats, and of course, enjoyable conversation. Thanks to all who came and shared treats and tales and, especially, to Jennifer for hosting.
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On August 19, 2017, six tellers and an additional eight listeners enjoyed an evening filled with stories about students, apprentices, surgeons and chaos in the universe.
Linda McGivern began the telling with two apprentice-tales: The Tailor’s Apprentice, from an unnamed book of English fairy tales; and The Wizard and his Apprentices heard at a fireside telling by Shay Thomas.
Jane Dorfman followed with a story from The Wonder Clock by Thomas Pyle, The Very Clever Student and the Wizard of the Dark Arts.
Changing the pace of the evening, Bill Mayhew treated us to a shaggy dog story, defined as a long, wandering tale that goes nowhere. I’ll call it The Bakery in the Desert, and it went nowhere, left us all hanging on a hill, waiting for the flood.
Cricket Parmalee told The Three Army Surgeons by the Brothers Grimm. As she explained, it was one of the Grimms’ tales rarely-if-ever, now, told to children.
At this point, I, eve burton, felt compelled to tell my tale, How the Stars Fell Into the Sky, a Navajo folktale that I adapted from the book of that title by Jerrie Oughten. It explains why nothing in the world makes sense.
Don Schumann was persuaded to give a Little Albert recitation. He told Albert’s Return, also called Albert Comes Back, by Marriott Edgar, and is the sequel to Albert and the Lion which Don told at a previous swap.
Rather than quit storytelling before such an excellent audience, Cricket told a second “Doctor Story”, Dohaku’s Head, in which a Samurai of the old school is treated by a Doctor of the old school. I’m not sure if she learned it from Kimmel’s book Sword of the Samurai, but I know the tale is in that book.
As it was my birthday, my wonderful son Jonathan, known to many for his tellings of The Jabberwocky, The Yarn of the Nancy Bell, and Birds of America, baked a cheesecake and decorated the top with blueberries from our garden. I was treated to both the traditional Happy Birthday song and the Viking Birthday Song.
Then we enjoyed birthday cake, another cake, cookies, a variety of nuts & trail mix, grapes and clementines, and a delightful raspberry-poppyseed roll baked by our two other equally wonderful sons, Justin & Jules, at the home of their equally wonderful sister Jesse and her husband Zach. It was a tasty evening!
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Present: me (Margaret Chatham), Bill, Anne, Cricket, Jane, Tim, Marc with his 6-year-old granddaughter Greer.
Bill did a bunch of jokes, including “Bye, Mom” a “true” experience at a grocery store, ending with him pulling on the old woman’s leg, just as he was pulling ours.
Anne told the story she intended to tell for Sunday school the next morning: midrash on lead-up to Noah’s arc from Does God Have a Big Toe?
I (Margaret Chatham) did the poem “The Muddy Puddle” by Dennis Lee; and Go to Bed, Gecko by Margaret Read MacDonald, learned for the Arlington Firefly Festival. (But our fireflies were done and gone. Oh, well.)
Cricket told “Two Skyscrapers Who Decided to Have a Child” from The Rootabaga Stories of Carl Sandburg
Tim told his own story about jack who wandered right out of his own geological epoch into the time of dinosaurs, to visit the home of the Three Ceratosaurs.
Marc told “The Camel Husband” from a collection of stories from Palestine in the 1920’s.
And, Margaret adds (the next day): Darn — how did I leave out Bill’s telling of Little Monkey by Frank Asch?
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