• Events,  Georgian Bay,  Once Upon a Rocking Chair,  Projects and Updates,  Theatre

    And then it was over…

    What a whirlwind! I still wonder how it all went by so quickly. Directing “Once Upon a Rocking Chair” for Northumberland Players this year was definitely a lifetime highlight for me. We had a wonderful review in the local paper and 10/11 performances were SOLD OUT. When I started the process a year ago my wishes for the show were to have fun, to make a story people remembered, and to connect to people.

    Here are some pictures of what I loved most about the process…

    #1: The Firehall Theatre–this is my favourite type of theatre space.

    #2: The talented cast and crew

    After final show (a few people MIA)

    #3: The gorgeous set

    #4: The Caterpillar Princess costume and lighting effects

    May 18 Rehearsal

    #5: The energy of the ensemble cast

    May 22 Rehearsal

    #6: The humour in the “Aunt Neen’s a love queen” sequence

    May 22 Rehearsal

    #7: The emotion of the final scene

    Dress Rehearsal (Photo Credit: Rick Miller)

    #8: The sisters doing yoga

    Dress Rehearsal (Photo Credit: Rick Miller)

    #9: Our Pre-Show “Filling of Our Jar” After Warm-Up

    #10: All the friends, family, audience members who took the time to join us

    My family…who inspired the script

    And of course…the poster! This poster has so much meaning for me. It’s my great-Aunt Blanche’s rocker. The landscape is the view where my parents live on Georgian Bay.

    Click here if you’d like to read other posts about the play.

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  • Family History Stories,  From the Cottage Porch,  Georgian Bay,  Life Lessons,  Once Upon a Rocking Chair,  Theatre

    A Short History of Porch Bingo at Our Annual Girls’ Week at the Cottage

    Why it’s important to me…

    My upcoming play “Once Upon a Rocking Chair” is 90% fiction. The 10% of truth is inspired by my mom, aunts, and cousins. For years we had the annual tradition of going to the cottage together for a week: Girls’ Week. It started when my cousins and I were kids as a getaway for the moms (my mom and her two sisters). When my cousins and I were in our 20s we slowly infiltrated the tradition, starting by coming at the end for the weekend. Then our stay got longer and longer until we were all there. It continued for years. I think our last official Girls’ Week at the cottage was in 2008 or 2009, with three generations of Lamondins.

    Although the play features six actors, there were more than six of us at Girls’ Week. The six characters are representations of all of us in many ways. I remember sitting on the porch during our Girls’ Weeks and noticing the strength of the women, their compassion, intelligence, humour, and value of family above all else. In the 20+ years of Girls’ Week there was never any conflict. We were lucky to have such a perfect week together each year.

    This is a true story about our Girls’ Week tradition of Porch Bingo and how it came to be…

    It was first published in From the Cottage Porch: An Anthology by Jessica Outram and Ewa Krynski in 2011. Then it was published The Country Connection Magazine, Summer/Autumn 2011.

    Girls’ Week 2007. Porch Bingo.

    Porch Bingo

    Britt, Ontario: 1997. Britt Legion Bingo.

    Aunt Pat, Aunt Estelle, Nancy, mom, and I arrive early. We sit at a folding wood table in the Britt Legion. To attempt to filter the air, a ‘smog hog’ hangs in each corner from the ceiling, but the smoke still buries deep into my clothes, my hair, my skin. The scent lingers for days after I leave bingo. Dart boards and pictures of past Legion executives and veterans line the walls.

    I count sixty-seven people at bingo tonight. Mom and I made a deal. If I win, she gets half my prize. If she wins, I get half her prize.

    When I look into the faces and eyes of the people here, I see something familiar. I see pieces of mom, Uncle Bruce, Aunt Pat, Aunt Estelle, and my brother looking back at me. For years I’ve wondered about the resemblance. I’ve wondered if we are all related somehow. It isn’t until 2010 I learn about my Métis heritage and I finally understand my attraction to the beautiful people with the deep brown eyes.

    Two minutes left before the game begins. Three people still need to buy bingo cards. Mom passes me her troll with the orange hair and tinfoil crown. Mom made it for Aunt Pat for Christmas last year as a joke to persuade her to join as at bingo. Aunt Pat said we should all share the bingo troll and it should live in mom’s bingo bag, and then she said she would be delighted to play bingo with us.

    “Maybe tonight you’ll win,” mom says to me.

    At the front of the room, the bingo caller, a man in his late thirties with black hair and dark sunglasses, switches on the bingo machine and turns the crank to spin the balls.

    “Good evening and welcome to the Britt Legion Bingo,” he says. “There are 171 days until Christmas. Don’t forget to buy your raffle tickets for the baking table to support the Britt Community Centre. The 50/50 draw will be just before the jackpot game. But, first we need to pick our King and Queen.”

    I poke mom in the arm. We hope Aunt Pat gets picked as the Queen. It’s her first time at the Britt Legion Bingo. Even though Aunt Pat lived here when Britt didn’t have electricity and she grew up being chased by Wally and Uncle Bruce with snakes, Aunt Pat lives in Toronto now. Mom, Aunt Estelle, Nancy, and I put her name in the bowl for Queen.

    “Pat!” the caller announces.

    I hoot.

    A stocky girl with long black hair brings Aunt Pat the tinfoil crown. Aunt Pat must wear the crown for the entire game.

    “Alright, Queen,” the caller says. “Pick your number.”

    “B-7.”

    “If B-7 is called, you must stand up and declare ‘I am the Queen of the Britt Legion Bingo.’ Then one of the girls will bring you a loonie.”

    The King of the Bingo picks O-66, clickety-click.

    “Our first game: one line, any direction.”

    Silence sweeps the room. The bingo balls tumble in the bowl of the machine. Tockatockatockatocka-tock! One pops out.

    “B-7.”

    “I am the Queen of the Britt Legion Bingo!” Aunt Pat proclaims. She stands and waves her hand like Princess Diana.

    “Giiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvve the Queen her loonie,” the caller replies.

    The bingo girl skips to our table. She smacks a loonie on Aunt Pat’s open hand and smiles.

    The Britt Legion bingo ends. I didn’t win tonight. I had hoped to buy some new magazines and rent movies with my winnings. Mom nearly won. She needed O-75, the Grandpa of Bingo.

    Aunt Pat, Aunt Estelle, Nancy, mom, and I pile into the burgundy Impala. We drop off Nancy on the side of the road, in front of her cottage. Nancy’s cottage is Grandma Laura’s old house, the house where mom grew up.


    Aunt Blanche was the first bingo Queen

    Mom went to her first bingo with Aunt Blanche in Sudbury. Aunt Blanche could play twenty-four cards at a time. She played at the French Bingo at St. Jean de Brebeuf on Notre Dame Avenue in Sudbury. She used smooth silver markers that looked like nickels because no one had invented clear markers or flashy daubers yet.

    Every time she won the jackpot she hid it. She donated it to the church or bought clothes for her nieces and nephews. She bought my mom a new winter coat and Uncle Bruce his first suit.

     


    Bingo at the Magnetewan First Nations

    Two summers later, the postmaster told dad that bingo had moved from the Britt Legion.

    “Magnetewan First Nations built a new community center,” dad reported. “Bingo’s still on Thursday but you’ll have to go across the river.”

    Mom and I picked up Nancy on the side of the Britt Road on Thursday night. We drove south on Highway 69. We turned at the Byng Inlet turn-off.

    The Magnetewan Community Centre sparkled with newness. No cigarette smoke. The mosquitoes stayed outside. But there was no Queen of the Britt Legion Bingo, no Christmas countdown. Just serious bingo.

     

    My cousins came to the Magnetewan bingo one summer. Sarah and Andrea were naturals. Lorel’s dramatic panic to keep up with the caller made me snort. But it was Chantell who called a false bingo.

    We needed to get one line to win.

    Someone called “Bingo!”

    “Are there any other bingos?” the caller asks, “Are there any other bingos? Are there any other bingos? Bingo closed.”

    Next we needed to get two lines. The caller said, “N33.”

    Chantell shouted, “Bingo!”

    Aunt Pat mouthed a slow motion “nooooooooo.” It was too late.

    “We have a Bingo,” the caller said.

    A young girl with hot pink Crocs skipped over to check Chantell’s card.

    “No bingo! False alarm!” Aunt Pat called.

    Chantell squished her eyes closed. She needed N33 to get one line. To win this game, she needed to get two lines.

    “It’s a bad bingo,” the girl shouted.

     


    Porch Bingo was our favourite

    In 2005 Mom decided to set-up an annual summer bingo game on the porch at our cottage. We called it Porch Bingo.

    Mom, the shyest one of the group, picked the role of Bingo Caller.

    “B-4 not B-after,” mom calls. She wears a bejewelled tinfoil crown. She holds up a bingo ball.

    Mom: Our Bingo Caller

    Our laughter travels out the windows to Georgian Bay.

    Auntie Ann, Lorel, Jaimy, Nat, Aunt Estelle, Sarah, Andrea, Aunt Pat, Chantell, and I compete for the jackpot. Yellow markers, bingo cards, party snacks, and wine glasses cover the tables on the porch.

    “G-40.”

    “Forty!” we shout.

    “I-17, Dancing Queen,” mom calls.

    “Bingo!” Chantell squeals.

    We laugh.

    “Are you sure this time?” Andrea asks.

    “Are there any other bingos?” Mom asks with a flat voice. “Are there any other bingos? Are there any other bingos? Bingo closed.”

    Chantell reads out the numbers on her winning card.

    “That’s a good bingo!” mom proclaims.

    Chantell takes the tinfoil crown from mom and places it on her head. She selects a prize wrapped in green paper from the laundry basket and tears it open to find frog-shaped salt and pepper shakers with googly eyes. Aunt Estelle snaps a picture of Chantell beaming at her prize.

    We clear our cards. Mom puts the balls back in the spinner. “Next game: postage stamp, any corner.”

    “What’s that?” Jaimy asks. She just turned sixteen. It’s her first Porch Bingo.

    “Four squares together in a corner, like a stamp on an envelope,” I reply.

     


    And now…

    It’s 2011. We play Porch Bingo whenever my aunts and cousins are in Britt. Mom and I go to bingo at the Magnetewan Community Centre a couple times a summer. We still split our winnings.

    Bingo Crown Shenanigans

    Now it’s 2017. I can’t remember the last time we played Porch Bingo. Years ago. Our mothers switched to Word Feud and Words with Friends, regularly passing the emoji crown whenever they were on a winning streak.

    But I think for now Aunt Estelle gets to wear the crown for as long as she likes. We are heartbroken over her passing on April 23, 2017. She was such a beautiful, amazing woman in every way and will be deeply missed. It is such a gift to be able to capture what was so special for us about Girls’ Week in a play about women who love and support each other unconditionally.

    We love you, Aunt Estelle!

     

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  • Events,  Once Upon a Rocking Chair,  Projects and Updates,  Theatre

    All About the 2017 Production of “Once Upon a Rocking Chair” in Cobourg

    About the performance dates and tickets: Click Here

     The De La Roche women have an annual summer Georgian Bay tradition. Three retired sisters and their three grown daughters spend a week at the cottage drinking wine, reminiscing, and making plans for the future. But this summer is different. Deep-rooted secrets are revealed as the annual festivities become ones that nobody will ever forget. It is a play about family, relationships, work, aging, life, and the validity of ‘happily-ever-after.’

    About the Georgian Bay landscape that inspired the play: Click Here

    Northern sky.

    About the family history that inspired the play: Click Here

    Lamondin Shore Picnic

    About some other things that may be of interest:

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  • Once Upon a Rocking Chair,  Theatre

    The Tao of the Rocking Chair

    If rocking chairs could speak, I bet they would have a lot to say.  When selecting a title for Once Upon a Rocking Chair, I was drawn to the idea of using a rocking chair as the play’s central image.

    As per the themes in the play, it is a symbol associated with motherhood and aging.  A simple chair witnesses the quiet time between parent and child, the thoughtful times as we grow older, the beautiful times on a summer’s day, and the wild times on a summer’s night.  All across the world rocking chairs are centrally placed on porches, in living rooms, baby’s rooms, bedrooms, kitchens, senior’s homes, and kindergarten classes.

    The rocking chair is not only an important piece of furniture, it is a rich metaphor.  A rocking chair is meant to be rocked.  Our lives are meant to be lived. A rocking chair can be in perpetual motion.  We too can be the driving force rocking our lives forward. 

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  • Once Upon a Rocking Chair,  Projects and Updates,  Theatre

    Once Upon a Rocking Chair: Our Journey Begins

    I had forgotten how thrilling it is to be a playwright. Here is an update of the journey so far:

    • 2006: I begin writing my first play, Once Upon a Rocking Chair.
    • 2007: A staged reading is shared with audiences over two nights at StoneCircle Theatre in Ajax. The actors and audience provide feedback.
    • 2007: More rewriting.
    • 2008: Produced by Ken Bond at StoneCircle Theatre and directed by me…(click here for the news article)
    • 2014: VOS Theatre does a reading of the play at Victoria Hall as part of their play reading series led by Bea Quarrie…(click here for an interview with VOS Theatre)
    • 2016: Northumberland Players adds it to their season for 2016/17
    • 2016: I spend the summer rewriting the play to deepen characterization and strengthen themes. Then a couple more readings: one in Cobourg and one in Peterbourgh=more feedback=more rewriting.
    • 2017: The script is done!

    Now…we have a cast!

    MOTHERS:

    EMMA: Kelly Ambrose
    SUE: Francine Bélanger
    VERONICA: Kim Brouwer

    DAUGHTERS:

    REBECCA: Marley Soutter
    CHELSEA: Rebecca Sumners
    TINA: Madison Chard

    And a poster:

     

    The De La Roche women have an annual summer Georgian Bay tradition. Three retired sisters and their three grown daughters spend a week at the cottage drinking wine, reminiscing, and making plans for the future. But this summer is different. Deep-rooted secrets are revealed as the annual festivities become ones that nobody will ever forget. It is a play about family, relationships, work, aging, life, and the validity of ‘happily-ever-after.’

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  • Creative Writing,  Theatre

    Summer Adventures at the Theatre: Theatre is Alive and Thriving in Ontario

    This summer I decided to attend as much theatre as possible. I wanted to reflect on how audiences responded to diverse titles, how directors used the space, how designers created a visual feast, and how the actors conveyed story in a way that connected with me. What impressed me in this quest was the vitality of theatre, the energy of the performers, the enthusiasm of the audience, and the magic created by the production crews. Theatre in Ontario is dynamic and alive.


    The Spirit Garden, Cold Springs

    My adventure started in June with The Spirit Garden, composed by R. Murray Schafer and presented by SONG. I’ve always loved outdoor theatre. This show was outstanding. Imagine walking through a path in a farmer’s field in the rolling hills of Northumberland as story and music envelops you from many directions. The show was set at Fifth Wind Farm in Cold Springs and the panoramic views provided the most beautiful backdrop. Schafer’s composition performed by a range of choirs and musicians was so moving to hear outdoors, the sounds echoing those I’ve heard in nature. I had goosebumps for nearly the whole show. This was certainly a special theatre experience and although it was the first show I attended this summer, it is the show that affected me as an audience member most deeply.

    SPIRITGARDEN


    The Capitol Theatre, Port Hope

    Next I went to see Crazy for You at the Capitol Theatre in Port Hope in early July. I first saw this production in the mid-1990s in Toronto (Mirvish). My parents took me for my birthday. In high school I had deconstructed musicals for a major research project, looking at how the story is told through song in both of the acts, and tracing the trends in story structure in musicals from Gilbert and Sullivan to Andrew Lloyd Webber.

    I remember watching Crazy for You years ago and thinking about the writing–but only after watching it this summer when I ended up thinking about the writing again. This time I wasn’t thinking just about story structure, but about humour too. I loved how the audiences laughed out loud at the cheesiest puns. It was as though we were looking for a moment to laugh, probably to release the joy inside us from watching the dancing. So as the high energy show rolled on, I had a wonderful time reflecting on comedic timing (in the writing, directing, and acting). I’ll return there at the end of the month to see Mamma Mia.


    Driftwood Theatre Group

    In the summer of 1999 I worked with Driftwood Theatre Group touring Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night around southern Ontario. It was an incredible experience. So I always try to find time to attend a Driftwood show each summer. There is something almost sacred about outdoor theatre. The breeze, the setting sun, and the open sky all heighten my senses, bringing my whole body into the theatre-space, rather than just my mind. My friend Shelly and I loved this summer’s Taming of the Shrew.

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    Before the show begins…

    From the talented cast to the fun use of music to the exploration of theme (1980s Pride Week), the show was among my favourite Driftwood plays. The use of the stage fascinated me too: multiple entry points, shaped-boxes as furniture, audience sitting on three-sides. I loved the intimacy this created between the cast and the audience.

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    Friends since 1989…

    The Shaw Festival, Niagara-on-the-Lake

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    Sabastian and I excited for 3 plays in one day!

    My big theatre adventure this summer was to attend The Shaw Festival. I had only been once before as a chaperone on a school trip in 2006 to see Saint Joan. I remember being captivated by the town and Shaw. In university I took an Irish Drama course and studied a number of Shaw’s plays. I love how Shaw can go for the jugular in his writing. He tells a story that is entertaining while provoking the audience to see or think or feel differently.

    So I booked a small trip to Niagara-on-the-Lake and brought my 15-year-old nephew with me. Four plays in two days at The Shaw Festival. As he said, “That’s going to be exhausting.” And it was! But we both found it exhilarating too! And the town was also a highlight. Great dining, beautiful flowers, and according to my nephew it was a hotbed of Pokemon Go stops.

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    While I caught flowers, my nephew caught Pokemons…

     

    First we saw Our Town by Thornton Wilder. We had never seen it before and I felt it was important for our theatre education. I loved the simplistic set, the storytelling to the audience, and the way the play sneaks up on you for an ending that leaves your spine tingling. You know, that whoa moment. Thornton Wilder is a playwriting genius. I get that now. I can see why this play deserves a spot in the theatre canon. At first I was resistant to enter this world of Grover’s Corners. I wasn’t prepared for the simplicity, the pace, the details. By the end of Act One I was hooked. Then by the end of the show I was disappointed to leave this town and these people. The story provides the audience with big spaces for reflecting. Shaw staged a compelling production that continues to haunt me nearly a month later.

     

    Next we went to see The Adventures of the Black Girl in Her Search for God. It was adapted for the stage by Lisa Codrington from Bernard Shaw’s short story. This play was a highlight of the festival for both my nephew and I–and our favourite of the four plays, which was a surprise to us both. It was a lunchtime one-act with the running time of about an hour. I had selected it because I’m curious about adaptations and I wanted to see something that was done by a current playwright. From beginning to end this show was outstanding. Natasha Mumba was AMAZING! Truly.

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    Just before it begins some audience members were given party hats.
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    The stage was a big Bible. So cleverly used!

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Before the Alice in Wonderland begins…

    After lunch we attended a matinee performance of Alice in Wonderland. Kudos to the Shaw Festival and Peter Hinton for blowing our minds with the visual splendour of this show. Our jaws dropped many times from the gorgeous sets to the amazing effects. The beginning of the show is highly engaging, however most of the wow moments happen within the first hour so as the story progressed our interest waned a bit. I think it’s the classic story structure idea of building–when a show starts at such a high point of engagement (and for such a lengthy time–nearly an hour of visual surprises) our mind comes to expect it. So when the story is told through ways we expect in theatre (after an hour of surprise) it feels flat. We were glad to see the show and I still recommend it.

     

    Finally, we watched an evening preview performance of Stephen Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street–the play that led us to the Shaw Festival in the first place. I’ve been taking my nephew to plays since he was three. Literally. We’ve seen many productions together over the years. Each year I ask him, “So of all the plays we’ve seen, which is your favourite?”

    And he always answers, “The one with the blood.” Macbeth. It was a Driftwood Theatre Group production we attended on the grounds at Trafalgar Castle in Whitby years ago, The Complete Works of Shakespeare: Abridged. Sabastian was probably six or seven…very young. He LOVED the Macbeth scene. He NEEDED to see Sweeney Todd. 

    I’ve seen Sweeney Todd in Oshawa with Durham Shoestring Performers in the 90s and in Toronto with CanStage in the early 2000s. It’s one of my favourite musicals. This production was excellent.

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    Before Sweeney Todd begins…

    First we loved that Benedict Campbell played the Stage Manager in Our Town and Sweeney in Sweeney Todd. (In fact, we loved seeing many actors in multiple productions over the two days.) Sabastian also commented on the dramatic transformation of the stage from Alice in Wonderland. It was a fascinating sharing of worlds that you can only get from festival productions.

    We were both very tired when the show began (from already seeing three shows…haha!) but within minutes of the show Sabastian turned to me and whispered, “Whoa. I won’t be falling asleep in this one.”

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    Sweeney so scary!

    Sweeney Todd was new to him and he loved it (we sang all the way back to the hotel).

    My favourite performance was by Marcus Nance who played Judge Turpin. His presence, voice, intensity–all were of Broadway calibre. Sabastian loved Kyle Blair who played an energetic Adolfo Pirelli.

    It was an excellent production and our favourite of the big shows we saw at Shaw Festival.


    So what is the big take-away from a summer of adventures at the theatre?

    Ontario has no shortage of talented theatre-makers, choice of shows, and theatre audiences. Each performance was well-attended. In an age of Netflix and ubiquitous entertainment, I am thrilled to see so many people going out to watch live theatre. Theatre is alive and well in Ontario. I barely scratched the surface on what’s out there. Which shows did you enjoy this summer?

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  • Events,  Once Upon a Rocking Chair

    Once Upon a Rocking Chair Debuts in Northumberland

    It's Girls' Week at the Cottage

    I’m thrilled that Northumberland Players has added my play to their upcoming season. Once Upon a Rocking Chair has been staged once before, having a successful run with StoneCircle Theatre in Pickering Village in 2008. Since then my writing has improved, my life experience has expanded so I am taking this opportunity to update the script, strengthen the play and present an updated, refreshed version of the story that goes deeper into the play’s themes. I’m excited to share this story and these characters with my community.

    Produced by Matt Kowalyk

    Directed by Jessica Outram

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    The De La Roche women have an annual summer Georgian Bay tradition. Three retired sisters and their three grown daughters spend a week at the cottage drinking wine, reminiscing, and making plans for the future. But this summer is different. Deep-rooted secrets are revealed as the annual festivities become ones that nobody will ever forget. It is a play about family, relationships, work, aging, life, and the validity of ‘happily-ever-after.’ A Northumberland premiere by a local playwright with a new, updated script.

    CLICK HERE TO BUY TICKETS

     

    May 26-June 11 2017 at The Firehall Theatre, Cobourg, Ontario.

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    Top 10 Reasons to Buy Tickets Today to “The Secret Garden” in Port Hope (and to Support Community Theatre)

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    Tickets are selling. Don’t miss out! Here are my top 10 reasons why you should click here and buy your tickets for “The Secret Garden” right now:

    10. To experience truly gorgeous music. The lyrics and score are stunning. The vocalists and musicians are outstanding. If I’m regularly getting goosebumps up both arms in rehearsals, then I know that the music will melt you with its dynamic, red velvet texture.

    9. To celebrate generous volunteers. Community theatre is as much about community as it is about theatre. It’s amazing how many volunteers stream in and out of rehearsal. For every person onstage it seems to take two people behind the scenes to bring a quality production to life. It’s inspiring to see people give so much of their time and talents.

    8. To witness incredible talent. We are blessed in Northumberland to have a strong arts community. A big show like this one pulls in people from across the region who bring it all to the stage and leave it all on the stage. I’m in awe of the dedication, perseverance, and professionalism of my fellow cast members.

    7. To become part of the story. If you saw “Les Miserables” last year at the Capitol Theatre you may know what I’m talking about. The storytelling was so engaging there were moments I stopped breathing as I sat in the audience. At the end of the show, I turned to my friends and said “people will be talking about this show for a long time.” It set a new bar for community theatre. “The Secret Garden” is brought to you by the same creative team as “Les Miserables”: Valerie Russell, Marie Anderson, and Alina Adjemian. It also features many of the outstanding actors from last year’s production.

    6. To see springtime in winter. Get out of the house. Invite some friends. Have dinner at one of the many tasty restaurants in Port Hope. Resist Netflix and that cozy fire. Remember gardens and all the beauty and magic they offer. This show can do all that.

    5. To be entertained. Watch this clip to see “what I mean…” Notice our joy. We want to share that with you.

    4. To reflect on a powerful metaphor. Maybe my fellow poets, artists, and English teachers will join me in recognizing the power of metaphor. Metaphor makes my soul sing! The Secret Garden offers such a rich tapestry of lessons about love, loss, and living. Click here to read about what I’m learning from this story.

    3. To connect with people. Theatre can do things television and wifi cannot. Theatre is about people. Living, breathing, right-there-in-front-of-you people! Theatre is transformative for those of us onstage and for the audience. Together we become theatre. Winter can be lonely. Go to the theatre. It’s always transformative for me in ways I couldn’t have predicted whether I’m onstage or in the audience. This is a show for all ages.

    2. To support community. Supporting the arts in our communities is important. Community productions interest me far more than the big productions in the city. When I start to think about people in a place coming together, sharing their talents, and creating something to share with their neighbours, I get excited. This isn’t about a bottom line. This is about delighting you, our neighbour.

    1. To receive the gift we have carefully prepared. A musical like this takes months of preparation. The cast and crew have dedicated their evenings and weekends to attend to every aspect of the show from designing costumes to lighting, from learning songs to accents, from building characters to building sets. We are all volunteers. We do this because we love the art of making theatre, but mostly we do this because we love to give to you. Over the years I’ve learned the people involved in community theatre feel really great when all the seats are filled by people enjoying the show.

    See you there!

     

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