Date: May 11, 2024
Event: Spring on the Farm
Venue: Watkins Woolen Mill State Park
Presenter: John "Brother John" Anderson
A beautiful spring it was at Watkins Mill Park. Originally, I had requested for a stationary spot to present my interactice program, "Brother John's African Folktales." Ironically, I prefer not to be a roaming style storyteller. However (in a positive sense), I was coaxed out of my personal comfort zone. Busking seemed very ideal for that.
the day's events (in terms of my patrons) was very slow. I had nobody visiting my presenting area. As I finished setting up my presenter area and stated warming up on my Djembe drum (I usually begin with a Harambe drum and call -- Harambe in the East Afrifan language of Swahili means, "Let's pull/come together"). It was at that point where I was being coaxed by a couple of old-time, latter 1800s fiddle and guitar musicians. They waved for me to come and sit in on their jam session. I stayed with them for about 30-40 minutes. Come to find out, we have mutual good musician friends in common.
As I ventured back to the presentation area under the shade tree, I noticed that the shade was no longer. the high, midday sun had removed the shadow. A couple came strolling along by my area. After exchanging pleasant greetings, they noticed I was carrying my Djembe. I began entertaining their curiosity with the story regarding the origin of the "Talking/Happy" drum. I asked the gentleman if he would liek to play. his wife eagerly coaxed him to tap out of a few rhythms, chiming in and whipping out her phone, "Let me snap a pic to send your older brother. You know he's a drummer. He would dig this!"
The impromptu greetings and enrichment story chats continued. One incident in paricular stuck with me as a memorable experience. A lady came strolling by with her husband and their pre-schooler son. She had her older teenage son escorting him arm-in-arm. The young man was developmentally challenged. He didn't speak. However, when I introduced myself to the family and asked if he wished to play the Djembe. He proceeded to tap out a few beats. I chatted with his parents for a few moments. as they were bidding farewell and turning to leave, the teen seemed to not want to go. Turning towards me, his mom exclaimed, "Wow! This is the first time he's smiled all day!"As he turned to leave, he left me with a broad, enthusiastic smile of pure joy that stretched across his face.
These are the connections that are, like the adage in that credit card commercial, "PRICELESS!"
From Sherry Norfolk:
My tips:
1. Always tell stories that you love. If you don't love the story, your attitude will be conveyed to the audience.
2. Don't wait for the story to be "perfect" before you share it with an audience. The story is shaped by and with the audience, so allow that to happen!
From Bobby Norfolk:
1. Find a good book of tongue twisters and practice outloud! This is basic knowledge in theatre and should be in STORY.
2. Make the story to fit your personal style. They are like clay and can be shaped and reshaped.
Hello my friends,
My letter is short and sweet. The Liars Contest is July 20 th in Columbia, MO at the library. I know you want to be a part of it and July 1 is approaching. Do you have your lie ready to go? Have you written it or recorded it to enter this year’s big Missouri Liars Contest? Don’t wait until the last minute. We have judges ready to read your entries now and listen to your recordings for eligibility.
It will be a full day on July 20 th with a workshop with Larry Brown in the morning and the contest in the afternoon. There is an opportunity to explore downtown Columbia during the lunch hour. Don’t miss this event.
There will be a raffle for another beautiful quilt created by Marsha Mellendorf and there will be an online auction this Fall. Watch for it all in the newsletter. Let’s give Ken Wolfe a big round of applause for our wonderful “Register.”
See you soon and keep telling your tales,
Joyce Slater
President, MO-TELL
“There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they never happened.”
– Willa Cather