Sunday, January 31, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
Traveling back in time
|Posters, Programs, Photos & Reviews -- The new poster look |
(3 on the left) was one of many changes made in '61-'62
According to my contact at the university, there is a shortage of archived material from the years I attended ('58 - '62). That's probably because there was a regime change in 1961. Glenn Hughes, who had founded the drama department in the 1930s retired, and Dr. Gregory Falls swept in from Vermont to head up what was then one of the most prestigious Drama Schools in the USA.
|Reviews, photos, and miscellany|
In an effort--and probably a necessary one--to make it his program, not Glenn Hughes' program, he quickly orchestrated many changes. The net effect was serious alienation felt by the then current students. (Painting the walls of all the dressing rooms in the university's three theatres--walls that bore the signatures of every student who had been in every play in that venue, instantly infuriated us, just for starters.) Likewise, I'm certain that as subsequent leaders of the school arrived, each begone regime faded as the new one blossomed, but that was the only one I lived through.
As I cataloged the posters, photos, and programs from plays I'd acted in, I reread the newspaper reviews. Maybe I kept only the good reviews because I was actually impressed with how frequently my performances were mentioned favorably. (In those days, reviewers from the two daily newspapers, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and the Seattle Times, saw nearly all U.W. productions.)
|TWO MARKETING BOOKLETS: |
TOP Glenn Hughes' concept (thick booklet)
BOTTOM: Gregory Falls' concept (thin booklet)
I was also impressed with my own stamina back then. After one show was over, it would only be a few weeks before another audition, another triumph of getting cast, another six-week rehearsal period, another production run. Each show ran for four or five weeks, Wednesday through Saturday. All that with a full academic load, too--it's hard to imagine the chronic outpouring of energy and the balance of fatigue and exhaustion that prevailed.
Jay was on my mind a lot while I worked on this project, too. We met backstage in the fall of 1961 at a play Dinner with the Family by Jean Anouilh. I was acting; he was on the backstage crew. Ironically, that is the only show I don't have a program for. That makes me sad, as it was the first time our names appeared on the same piece of paper. A year later our names were together on a marriage certificate.
Labels: Anouilh, Glenn Hughes, Greg Falls, Jay, U.W. Drama School
Monday, January 11, 2016
A grandmother's postscript
Sunday, January 10, 2016
A grandmother's legacy
|The next morning Mae's |
interest in the project
"Wow, Mae, that's great. Let's go upstairs, find the bin full of yarn and needles and we'll get started." In a few minutes she had chosen her yarn and I'd cast on eight stitches for the lesson.
|The headband is done and Taryn |
awaits her garment
By the next evening the headband was done, and we'd made a trip to a local craft store to purchase needles and several colors of yarn for the extended trip she and her parents will take together. And. . . she'd begun the scarf for her doll, Taryn.
|Taryn will go into the suitcase|
but she'll have her new, warm
scarf on while she travels
Never have I begun a knitting project without thinking of my grandmother--and the patience she exhibited as she taught me the rudiments of this craft. Granted, I've never knitted anything but hats, mittens, baby blankets and scarves (some of the latter for American troops in Korea in the early '50s at the prompting of Seventeen Magazine), but I do enjoy an occasional foray into the knitters' realm.
I can't think of anything I'm happier about than having begun one of my grandchildren on the knitting path.
Labels: Grandmother Elmendorf, knitting
Friday, January 1, 2016
New Year Greetings
|Blooming Ice Crystals|
I am disappointed to realize that in the month of December I only wrote one entry on my blog. I resolved last year that I'd write a minimum of two per month. So much for resolutions! That's why I don't make them, but I tried to write a minimum of two new entries each month. If a person has a blog, that person needs to maintain it, in my opinion. Otherwise, poof! But I'm not ready to be done with it! So happy new year . . . to Beats Talking To Myself . Yes, it's self-centered, but I'm not stopping now.
|Ice covered weeds|
OK, that being said--here is what I want to opine about today. As I took my first walk of the year in our very bright and very chilly day, I was struck by how gorgeous dead foliage looks when it's dressed up in ice. Normally I wouldn't normally have looked twice at the side of the path as I meandered for my couple-mile walk. I often return home feeling as though I saw nothing because I let interior musings override exterior stimuli. Not today.
I found myself grateful to have occasion to really see the weedy borders of the walking/cycling trail. I hope I can notice ordinary things and appreciate them this year. If I were a resolution maker, that might be a good one. Beauty lurks everywhere.
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