glad i went to the theatre for a 30 minute overview...ended up beside new friend richard...from lakewood, co...then saw leslie on the street afterwards.
english overview done by the play´s artistic director...very beneficial
at breakfast...hello dolly...was the background music, recalled from 2nd grade musical...showboat...2nd grade boys did this song..thanks harriet banyet for teaching me that song and for following this blog.
sang part of barbara anne...take my hand...to baa-ba-ra at the landry...didnt earn me a discount on the last of my clean clothes. stopped for an expresso and meringue...about the size of both fists...mercy...tummy orgasms...and i didnt get the ice cream, only whipped cream...as recommended...thought that would be excessive
super nice folks there...needed a sugar dispenser for a Christmas gift...one of those magical ones that dispense a teaspoonful at the time...she sold me one from her stock
lunch, back with george the innkeeper was a consume with bits of pancake...no maple syrup...a wonderful white fish and apple cake...sat with ladies from singapore, grace, angie and madam cheng who suppossedly spoke no english...i think she understood everything
angie works in IT in geneva...saw play in june, wanted mom to see it...mom wore the most beautiful jade ring ive ever seen...yes the lady who spoke no english...she is 74 and angie wasnt sure if shed make it to 2020...so a plane ticket was dispatched to singapore along with one for sister grace to accompany momma...ring was a gift from an aunt or something for mommas wedding...wondered how much it would bring on road show
because angie brought momma and ´em, we wer overbooked for our table so edwin and aileen were exiled somewhere else
back to the theatre for the play...my seat was center..3 rows from front, 3 seats in...awesome seat...2 1-2 meters from orchestra pit...sat behind 2 nice ladies from florida who needed to loosen up a bit, down from madeline from charlotte...grew up in raleigh...on white oak...grandma lived on whitaker mill
seat between buds edwin and richard...not the one from colorado...dont think ive written about richard the dentist from summerville, ga. met richard and peggy day before at the town museum. summerville is down the road a piece from wendell and haitie jane rann...my namesake, near chattanooga tn. they couldnt believe that i knew where rocky face ga was...when we parted at the museum, i said, as my parents taught me, it was good to meet you. peggy said...honey (lots of emphasis on hun-ney), it was good to hear you. i knew we would be buds.
turns out richard isnt married to peggy as i assummed...but rather to teresa, who partners in his practice as a hygenist...they have 4 kids inlcuding virginia who was twith them and family friend peggy. richard and i became fast friends
back to lunch, thought i detected a nc accent at the next table...turned out scott and pam reed...he retired cfo from bb and t...who i had met years ago...from winston were there...they know amy woodard kemp and are ggreat friends with donna and carlos goodrich. donna was on board at ncba...great lady who i respect a lot...they now spend a lot of time doing mission work in russia and ukraine....he teaching business, she as a nurse and both while sharing their faith...great folks
the theatre has an open stage with a retractable roof...needed for todays rain...steady all day...wish it was on lee´s tobacco
debbie and steve simpson had warned me about temperature...they were cold in early july here...i discounted that advice but they were right...glad i brought parka and long pants...for evening, invested in a scarf, long johns--in august--and my second/spare pair of socks
play opens with the choir...all dressed in white robes to their feet, long sleeves...both men and women...perhaps for warmth...with heads covered...25 on each side. narrator in center...he looked like billy hall. initially lined up all across the stage
first scene...children running...through the streets...waving palm branches. then Jesus arrrives on a donkey...live...again with children waving palm branches.
i am a palm sunday guy, it has always been more special for me...guess it goes back to nell hicks and the kids at providence processing in waving those branches. i want/need to be in church on palm sunday. easter-not so much. rather be enjoying creation at the beach, mowing grass, or makign tomato aspic and chicken salad for 100 for a backyard easter egg hunt
the play is well done. by about 2000 of the 5000 villagers...musicians and vocalists must audition behind a curtain so they cannot be seen... ´cause everybody knows everybody and they are probably kin...just like in eastern nc
i dont know The Bible...i confess. the play gave me a different perspective in that i thought pontius pilate was the bad guy...and he was a bad guy...but i wasnt aware of the role of caiphas...gotta read up on that later
performed entirely in german, you follow along with a script..must listen for key words...watch...follow...jean williams white had given me guidance here...and she was on target...as always. jean and charlie attended in 2000
came to play after hearing about it from a seatmate on an airplane...prior to....had no awareness
the portrayal of Christ´s betrayal, prosecution, suffering, and crucifixion was moving, thought provoking and unsettling. the resurrection scene, was, for me, just ok...not sure how they could have done it differntly...difficult to put in words.
most powerful scene was his praying in gethsemene
evening cold...glad for long johns...edwin and aileen had feet and legs in trash bags as recommended by her brother the travel guy...they said they worked
as it became dark, difficult to read script, even with the penlight i brought along. deb howard, tell tb marlene so glad i bought that from her shop
play ended at 11 pm...5 1-2 hours of performance
during the dinner break i went back to visit with my friend johann and bought a holy family he carved. johann owns frany brothers shop, the brothers franz have all gone on to glory. he worked with the last brother for 13 years, ultimately buying the shop and preserving the brand. he has one son, not interested in carving...so he must find another johann. his son is in solar energy...appears to be big here...panels everywhere...see them on barns from the train and even saw a solar farm
retail therapy has begun, rann is here
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