Sunday, January 18, 2009

Yes We Can!

This Tuesday, we will be witnesses to history as we watch the inauguration of our 44th President of the United States, Barack Obama.

He has sent out a call for Americans to renew their commitment to their communities. With that in mind I offer you some other ways you can help our people in the US and beyond.                               


"We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love.” Mother Teresa


Charity Navigator

An independent charity evaluator; provides tips for making decisions about donations, statistics, information about workplace donation campaigns, and a list of the highest and lowest rated charities in various subject areas. http://tinyurl.com/wlf7

Give A Good Card
Give a gift card for charity where the recipients get to donate to their charity of choice. http://tinyurl.com/3bymu8

The Hunger Site
Since its launch in June 1999 the site has established itself as a leader in online activism, helping to feed the world's hungry. All it takes is a click of the
computer keys. What could be easier?
http://tinyurl.com/2rdph4

Oxfam America Unwrapped
For those of us who are blessed to have what we need, why not and pick one of the 120 countries from around the world to help? Whether our budget is small or large, we can all do our part to help others in need. http://tinyurl.com/5uyjr5

Rwanda Baskets
Proceeds benefit Rwandan genocide widows who weave these exquisite baskets to provide for themselves and the orphans of this war-torn nation.
http://tinyurl.com/5l4dke

"It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story.”
Native American Saying


In honor of our President-Elect, I offer you stories from the island where he was born, and from Kenya, his father's homeland.

Hawaiian Folktales by Thomas G. Thurm (1907)
http://www.sacred-texts.com/pac/hft/index.htm

Traditions of O'ahu: Stories of an Ancient Island
The site also offers an extensive bibliography.
http://tinyurl.com/5zbnwn


The King of the Sharks - Hawaiian Folktale http://www.americanfolklore.net/folktales/ha.html

Kikuyu Legends and Folktales from Kenya http://www.bluegecko.org/kenya/tribes/kikuyu/stories.htm


Here's to better days ahead!


"Patriotism is proud of a country's virtues and eager to correct its deficiencies; it also acknowledges the legitimate patriotism of other countries, with their own specific virtues. The pride of nationalism, however, trumpets its country's virtues and denies its deficiencies, while it is contemptuous toward the virtues of other countries. It wants to be, and proclaims itself to be, "the greatest", but greatness is not required of a country; only goodness is." -Sydney J. Harris, journalist and author (1917-1986)

Saturday, January 17, 2009

STORY CAFÉ - LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD!



It has been a while since I posted to my blog. The fall and early winter months brought along some new opportunities that kept me busy, and the holidays came and went in a swirl of activity. I hope you rang in the New Year surrounded by loved ones. May the coming months be filled with bliss and blessings for all.

One of the things that has been on my "wish list" for sometime has finally come to fruition! I have been blessed to partner with a terrific organization in New Bedford, MA, Artworks! Director Irene Buck shared my vision of offering a new, monthly venue for Storytelling and Spoken Word artists. The venue is located in beautiful, historic, downtown New Bedford at an art gallery nestled in an intimate setting, perfect for storytelling, music, conversation and connecting with others.

We kicked off our opening night with Storyteller and First Amendment Lawyer Michael Anderson in December. Michael's offbeat, personal stories were the perfect complement to the artistic, eclectic, and intimate setting.

This month, Bob Reiser will share his new story, Red Diaper Baby Blues! The title alone makes me smile! I know we are in for an amazing evening of laughter, song and story. Here is some background on Bob, his upcoming show and the venue location.

What was it like to grow up on the Left side of Coney Island Avenue where Red was a Banner, not a color? And strike! was a battle cry, not an umpire's call! Listen to Bob’s new tale of love, passion and politics back in the day.

DATE: Saturday, January 31, 2009
TIME: 7:00 P.M. – 9:00 P.M.
LOCATION: Artworks!, 384 Acushnet Avenue, New Bedford, MA
ADMISSION: Free

McFarland Press listed him among the "120 best contemporary English-speaking Storytellers."Called “a force of nature,” by Brother Blue, Bob was recently featured at Vancouver’s World Story Day, Albany’s Riverway Festival, and the National Storytelling Conference Fringe Festival in Pittsburgh, Bob’s tales range from folk tales to his own brand of fables to personal stories of his beloved Brooklyn. His Books include Carry it On and Everybody says Freedom, written with Pete Seeger and David Gets His Drum, with jazz drummer Panama Francis.

You can also sign up for your ten minute turn at the mic! Share your own story, music, song, essay or poem or be a “featured listener.” Admission is free but there will be a “pass the hat” for the featured performer during the evening. Coffee, tea and refreshments will be available.

UPCOMING SHOWS: SAVE THE DATES!

February 28, 2009 New Hampshire Storyteller Meg Gilman offers love stories to complement Valentine's Day with Second Chances, Wishes Gone Awry, & a Little Love, Too.

March 14, 2009 Storyteller Norah Dooley and harpist Susan Miron celebrate all things Irish with Irish Tales and music.

April 4, 2009 Tony Toledo celebrates April Fool's Day with Our Dog Knows Sign Language and Other April Fool's Phone Calls.

May Date TBD Storyteller Andrea Lovett

More fabulous times are in the works for May and beyond so be sure to check my blog or the Artworks! website for more details on the above performers and upcoming shows.

Why not come to New Bedford early and explore historic downtown or enjoy dinner before the show? For information on historic New Bedford go to: http://www.downtownnb.org/

For directions: http://www.artworksforyou.org/hours.html

For parking: http://tinyurl.com/5qdafo

Please come and join us. We would love to hear what you have to say and share. In these unsettling times, we need the arts, and each other, more than ever!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Falling Leaves Drift By My Window...

Autumn Leaves
Autumn Leaves
John Everett Millais, 1908
"That night was the turning point in the season. We had gone to bed in summer, and we awoke in autumn."   - Henry David Thoreau

I think autumn may just be my favorite season. There is nothing prettier than fall in New England. The crisp, clean air drifts in just around the edges of the waning days of summer, teasingly alerting us that Mother Nature will soon take out her palette and begin to paint the trees lush colors of burgundy, saffron, gold, and scarlet. She drifts in and out, confusing us with warm, sunny days that give way to chilly nights and that extra blanket on the bed.

I am blessed to have wonderful apple orchards close by where you can pluck your own fruit from the trees. It is a delight to watch the children scurry among the rows of graceful branches, heavy with their delicious gifts. They search for the best trees that hold the hanging fruit just out of their reach. Mothers and fathers quickly catch up, carrying the baskets that will soon be filled with the ripe, red jewels. Many of the orchards still press fresh apple cider, and one of the towns holds an annual Apple Peach Festival. It is small town Americana at its best, with local music, tasty food, and the crowning of a beautiful young lady who will reign as the Apple Peach Queen until the changing of the seasons has completed yet another cycle.

Fall will soon give way to Father Frost but while we can still revel among the foliage, I give you some apples stories to enchant, delight and nourish you. Enjoy!

STORIES

"Three apples fell from heaven. One for the storyteller, one for the listener, and one for he who heeds the tales."     ~ Hindu proverb

The Tale of the Silver Saucer and the Transparent Apple
from Old Peter's Russian Tales


There was once an old peasant, and he must have had more brains under his hair than ever I had, for he was a merchant, and used to take things every year to sell at the big fair of Nijni Novgorod. Well, I could never do that. I could never be anything better than an old forester.

"Never mind, grandfather," said Maroosia.

God knows best, and He makes some merchants and some foresters, and some good and some bad, all in His own way. Anyhow this one was a merchant, and he had three daughters. They were none of them so bad to look at, but one of them was as pretty as Maroosia. And she was the best of them too. The others put all the hard work on her, while they did nothing but look at themselves in the looking-glass and complain of what they had to eat. They called the pretty one "Little Stupid," because she was so good and did all their work for them. Oh, they were real bad ones, those two. We wouldn't have them in here for a minute.

Well, the time came round for the merchant to pack up and go to the big fair. He called his daughters, and said, "Little pigeons," just as I say to you. "Little pigeons," says he, "what would you like me to bring you from the fair?"

Says the eldest, "I'd like a necklace, but it must be a rich one."

Says the second, "I want a new dress with gold hems."

But the youngest, the good one, Little Stupid, said nothing at all.

"Now little one," says her father, "what is it you want? I must bring something for you too."

Says the little one, "Could I have a silver saucer and a transparent apple? But never mind if there are none."

The old merchant says, "Long hair, short sense," just as I say to Maroosia; but he promised the little pretty one, who was so good that her sisters called her stupid, that if he could get her a silver saucer and a transparent apple she should have them.

Click here to read the rest of the story.

Here are some additional stories and resources to help you take a hearty bite out of the season.

The Apple Dumpling Story – Anonymous
The link will take you to a downloadable book in the public domain. This story is the first one in the book.
https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/22740/pg22740-images.html#Page_1


The Apples of Hesperides - A Greek Myth
http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/Herakles/apples.html 

A Boy and His Donkey - A folktale from the Hispanic Southwest
https://www.learningtogive.org/resources/boy-and-his-donkey

The Apple of Contentment - by Howard Pyle
http://www.gatewaytotheclassics.com/browse/displayitem.php?item=books/pyle/pepper/apple

The Enchanted Apple Tree - Puerto Rico
Another version of this story is "Tia Miseria's Pear Tree," a story from Puerto
http://www.civprod.com/storylady/stories/EnchantedAppleTree.htm

The Glass Mountain– Slavic/Polish
http://www.mythfolklore.net/andrewlang/031.htm

The Griffin -  Germany
http://www.familymanagement.com/literacy/grimms/grimms125.html

The Firebird and Ivan in the Garden
of Golden Miracles

Johnny Appleseed – United States
https://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/08/johnny_appleseed.html

Martin Pippin in the Apple Orchard by Eleanor Farjeon Published 1921
http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/farjeon/lippincott/apple.html

The Golden Bird - Germany
http://www.authorama.com/grimms-fairy-tales-1.html

The Laughing Apple and the Weeping Apple - Turkey
https://www.sacred-texts.com/asia/ftft/ftft17.htm

The Nine Pea Hens– Serbian
http://www.mythfolklore.net/andrewlang/077.htm

The Tale of the Three Apples - From the Arabian Nights
https://1000into1night.wordpress.com/3-the-tale-of-the-three-apples/

That Apple Tree's Discovery - Peninnah Schram
http://my_tapestry.tripod.com/apple_tree.html

The Twelve Months - Slavic
https://russian-crafts.com/russian-folk-tales/twelve-months-tale.html

BOOKS

10 Great Children’s Books With Apples
https://www.redapplereading.com/blog/2018/09/10-great-childrens-books-with-apples/

20 Children’s Books About Apples
https://www.treevalleyacademy.com/childrens-books-about-apples/

The Best Apple Books for Preschoolers
https://growingbookbybook.com/apple-books-for-preschoolers/


CURRICULUM


Botanical. Com - Apple and History Folklore
http://www.botanical.com/botanical/mgmh/a/apple044.html

A to Z Teacher Stuff – Lots of activities here to add to your school day fun!
http://themes.atozteacherstuff.com/225/apples-lesson-plans-activities-printables-and-teaching-ideas/
October Bulletin Board Project – School is a bushel of fun!
http://www.dltk-teach.com/boards/moct1.htm

University of Illinois: Apple Facts
http://urbanext.illinois.edu/apples/facts.cfm


Lots of lesson plan resources and more just ready to pick!

Apple Education – Apples and more; too many apple projects to count!
http://urbanext.illinois.edu/apples/projects.cfm

Lesson plan to complement the fairy tale The Twelve Months.
https://people.ucalgary.ca/~dkbrown/twelve.html 

CRAFTS 
30 Apple Crafts for Kids
http://www.123homeschool4me.com/2013/07/30-apple-crafts-kids-activities-for.html

DLTK.COM – Apple crafts and activities
http://www.dltk-kids.com/crafts/miscellaneous/apple.html


SOMETHING EXTRA

Apples of Evil: Three Eerie Fruit Folktales – This blog offers the synopsis of three stories, two legends and one folktale from Italo Calvino.
https://florasforum.com/2015/10/30/apples-of-evil-three-eerie-fruit-folktales/

Did you know that the pilgrims planted the first United States apple trees in the Massachusetts Bay Colony? Here are some more fun apple facts for you.

Folklore from Around the World

"The apple has long been associated with immortality, as exemplified by its role in the tempting of Adam in the Garden of Eden. The mystical Isle of Avalon, famed place of eternal rest for Celtic heroes including king Arthur, is literally "the apple land" or "apple island." In Scandinavian myths, the North-European gods and goddesses were fed an apple every evening by Iduna, the goddess of spring and youth who nurtures an apple orchard in Asgard."
http://ezinearticles.com/?Apple-Symbolism-and-Legends&id=725984

"In British Folklore if the sun could be seen shining through the branches of an apple tree on Christmas day, then the owner, if a farmer, would have a healthy crop the next summer. To ensure that this would happen, he would have to put a piece of toast in the fork of the tree or in the largest apple tree in his orchard. If a crab apple tree grew near to and overhung a well while blossoming out of season, then there would be more births and marriages than deaths in a community."

"In Ireland the apple identifies the people of the Sid. When one such comes to invite a human to the Land of Youth, he might carry a branch of an apple tree with him, often described as silver with white blossoms and/or with golden apples."



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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Oh How The Year's Go By...

Today is the 22 birthday of my beautiful boy, now grown into a handsome, smart and caring man. This photo is of Christopher and his beautiful fiancé Stephanie; their wedding will take place in October of 2010. He began his senior year at the local university last week, and this time next year he will be entering the working world full time in the field of medicine. He is considering pursuing a Masters Degree after graduation. Certainly a far cry from the young high school boy who loudly declared that he was not interested in college!

Christopher's life began somewhat precariously. Early on he was a tad bit impatient, which has proven true many times over through the years. He made his entrance into the world eleven and a half weeks early, at a mere 2 1/2 pounds. This picture captures the first time I was allowed to hold him. (Those are just a few of the tubes that sustained him resting on his forehead.) Our meeting was brief, sweet, and I think I held my breath the entire time before I reluctantly and tearfully surrendered him to the plastic womb of the incubator.

He spent the first two months of his tiny life in a neonatal ICU, that provided not only a solid link to life but a precarious see saw of emotion. I remember vividly the moment I felt the tide had turned in his favor. The nurse came to take blood, yet again, from his tiny veins. Christopher apparently was done with needles! He pushed himself up on both arms and turned a deep shade of purple as his tiny lungs screamed their dissent. I can still see in my mind's eye the nurse turning to me, her face awash in surprise, proclaiming that she had never seen such a strong, premature baby. I knew then, as I do now, that he was something special. Serendipitously, he would choose a career in Medical Laboratory Science, one that required him to learn how to draw blood.

The day finally came when he could leave the antiseptic world of buzzing machines and ringing alarms that would pierce the air when he or any of the other babies stopped breathing. As I dressed his still tiny body, a body that didn't even fit into Cabbage Patch Doll clothes, I was filled with joy and fear. He was still so fragile, how would I become the mother he needed me to be? I have come to realize that many times through the years he has taught me, just as much as I have taught him.

When he had passed his first decade by a few years, I sat down to write the following story for him. I was wistful, tearful, yet thankful he had grown into such a fun-loving, inquisitive young boy. Tonight, as we gather around the table to enjoy his requested birthday dinner, my homemade chili and cheese bread to celebrate his birth, I will again be tearful and thankful to have this joy in my life, a smart, inquisitive, funny, caring and loving man I am blessed to call my son. Happy Birthday Christopher!

A Stone's Throw
by Karen Chace © 1999

Our back yard slopes slightly towards a distant path in the woods. The yard ambles downhill, curving gently, and then continues into a forest that twists and turns for miles. At the edge of the grass, the wooded path beckons and just as you step into woods, a small brook trickles by to the left of the path. To an adult it is nothing to speak of, no rushing torrents or exotic wild life, except the local birds and squirrels, and in the right season, deer, but to a two year old boy this pathway held all the charm of the universe. It was magic.

In the time before speech was his easy friend, Christopher would desperately tug at my hand and try to lead me down the path. Always, for a brief moment, I'd pretend I didn't understand. "What is it you want?" I would ask. He would giggle; pull harder at my hand, as well as my heartstrings, even more adamantly pointing the way.

Our ritual would begin with a walk down the path, searching for just the right stone to throw into the stream and into the depths of his imagination. I wondered, what was he thinking as he searched for the perfect stone, a stone small enough for his tiny hand to grasp, yet smooth and wondrous to this child's eye? What made him squeal and laugh with delight as the stone struck the water, elegantly spreading mesmerizing ripples before it disappeared below the surface and beyond our sight? Then he'd do it again and again.

It didn't seem to matter to Christopher who led him down his special path. Many days he took my mother's hand and shared this special place with her. As with any smitten grandmother, Grandma Pat stayed for as long as Christopher wished, completely enveloped by his joy; carefully helping him select the stone, yet ever vigilant that he didn't stray too close to the edge.

In my mind's eye I hold a special, single picture of Christopher and of my mother, who is now long gone. On that autumn day she was the chosen one, his small hand pulling her… "Come". I silently traversed the path behind them, careful not to intrude into their world. I stayed far enough away so they wouldn't see me but close enough to capture a perfect, precious moment, watching as the love of two generations combined into one. The ripples were created over and over until his attention shifted to some other whimsy that sparked his imagination. They never knew I was there.

Christopher rarely seemed to tire of this game, this sport, this joy. He could live and luxuriate in the moment; blissfully unaware of the everyday, mundane tasks that awaited me, tasks that would take me away from what was truly important, widening his world, his imagination.

How many hours did we spend looking down into the brook, which, depending on the season, could be nothing more than a mediocre mud puddle or filled to the banks with deliciously dark water? Not enough.

Time passes too quickly when our children are young, as water down that stream. Today Christopher is a young teenager; his days spent among friends as he straps on his bike helmet, and rides off to new adventures with a quick kiss that barely brushes my cheek and a wave of his hand. The rituals of those childhood days have fallen away, replaced by new ones. Now, he calls to me, holds up his hand and motions for me to come and rest my palm against his. Carefully measuring he teases me that his hand is now larger than mine. It is his own way of silently signaling to me that he is fast becoming a man.

I no longer need to guide him across the street or help him find his way. There is a different guidance needed now. Holding on has been replaced with letting go. Yet, I am reluctant to release my grip and each night, I still gently rest my hand alongside his cheek as I lean down to kiss him goodnight. Thankfully, he has yet to deny me my own special ritual.

The purity of those days is gone now, lovingly placed alongside other priceless memories, his new front teeth, his first home run, and his first crush. Now it is I who longs to tug at his hand and lead him back to that perfect time, that perfect stone.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Story by Story


This past May I was privileged to be interviewed about my Student Storytelling Troupe by Eric Wolf. Eric also offers other interviews on a variety of subjects from storytellers around the world.

Below is the additional information I shared on his site prior to the interview. However, if you would like to listen to the podcast, Story by Story - Building A School Storytelling Troupe go to The Art of Storytelling With Children.

On a warm, spring night in June of 2003 nineteen third and fourth grade elementary storytelling students took center stage in the school auditorium. The event was the first Student Storytelling Festival where their dedication and talent came together for a glorious evening of folktales, fables, myths and legends from around the world. Each child had personally selected their tale and their work quickly became a labor of love. Without hesitation each storyteller stepped to the microphone and whisked us away on the wings of story to England, Africa, Serbia, Russia, Canada, Tibet and beyond. It was an evening filled with individual and family pride, one which showcased not only the personality and skills of each student, but illustrated the virtues of camaraderie and team spirit. They gave it their all and succeeded beyond their wildest imaginations.

Why was this remarkable? According to scientific research, one of our greatest fears is public speaking, yet these young children took the stage with confidence and poise. Facing an audience of family, teachers, administrators, friends and peers, the young tellers held them in the palms of their hands for an hour.

How did it all begin? With one sentence. In 2002 I had been storytelling for only a few years when I approached one of the teachers and boldly stated, “I would love to start a student storytelling club.” With her support we bravely approached our principal with a proposal and the rest as they say is history!

I am now in my sixth year guiding the Story Explorer’s Troupe. Since its inception I have been privileged to work with over 140 children. I am continually amazed at the innovative, fun and creative work they offer their audiences but more importantly, the changes their teachers and parents observe in their classroom performance, personal confidence and positive peer interaction.Throughout the school year we work on basic storytelling skills, including voice intonation, body language, gestures, improvisation, and stage presence. Our goal is to take the show “on the road.” When the storytellers are ready I organize small group presentations for the teachers and students. The number of audience members increases with each performance; the storytellers continue to gain confidence and we end the school year with a storytelling festival for family, friends and community members. To read an article about last year’s event go to: http://www.southcoasttoday.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070621/NEWS/706210378
Storytelling is a fun and exciting activity but it also aligns with many benchmarks of the educational curriculum across the country. Oral storytelling is rooted in tradition and myths, legends and folktales. It is the conduit that passes on the customs and values of other cultures, while enhancing a student’s view of the global community. The National Council of Teachers of English has published their Position Statement on the value of using storytelling in the classroom and Howard Gardner’s original Seven Styles of Learning (an eighth has now been added to the list: Naturalist Intelligence) offers guidelines on how storytellers and teachers can use the power of story to tap into each child’s specific learning style. In addition, storyteller Kendall Haven has compiled definitive research on how we are innately “hardwired for story.” He has generously given me permission to list some of his work on my website at http://www.storybug.net/teachers.htm. Kendall has recently published Story Proof, which offers a multitude of additional research on the wide-ranging, positive impact storytelling has in the classroom and beyond.

Since our first tentative steps the Story Explorers Troupe has continued to grow, partnerships have been forged and I have witnessed many astonishing and unexpected success stories. This June, on two separate evenings, 30 students will use the stage as their canvas and words as their paintbrush to craft a world colored by the magic of their imaginations. In 2002 a group of eager students took a chance with me and with themselves. Their first, tentative steps led them to explore the magic of storytelling and they in turn paved the way for others to discover that they too have stories to share.

Gardner’s Multiple Intelligences and their Applications to Storytelling

Verbal/Linguistic Intelligence

➢ Enjoy listening and talking to people.

➢ Enjoy listening and telling stories.

➢ Always successful learners by listening and hearing.

➢ Enjoys word games, puns, rhymes, tongue-twisters, and poetry.

Logical and mathematical Intelligence

➢ Like to ask questions and investigate.

➢ Enjoy strategy games, logical puzzles and experiments. (Riddle stories)

➢ Like to use computers. (Use Clip Art to storyboard)

➢ Looks for logical sequences and patterns. (Tangrams)

Visual/Spatial Intelligence

➢ Take information and translate it into images and pictures in their mind.

➢ Have the ability to retrieve the information through the images and pictures.
➢ Good in visual arts, sculpture, architecture and photography. (Storyboarding)

➢ Have the ability to reproduce clear images in their mind. (Visualization)

Bodily Kinesthetic Intelligence

➢ They are good with objects and activities involving their body, hands and fingers.

➢ More successful in learning if they can touch, manipulate and move or feel whatever they are learning. (Props)

➢ Children with high Kinesthetic Intelligence learn best with activities: games, acting, hands-on tasks, building.

➢ Uses their body well to express themselves. (Mime, origami, cut and tell)

Musical Intelligence

➢ Have the ability to here and recognize tones, rhythms and musical patterns.

➢ These people enjoy listening to music and singing to themselves.

➢ Musical children usually play a musical instrument.

➢ They learn through rhythm and melody. (Incorporate songs, chants or use an instrument in their storytelling)

Interpersonal Intelligence

➢ Sensitive to facial expressions, gestures and voice.

➢ Gets along with others and they are able to maintain good relationships.

➢ Like to teach other kids, take part in school organizations and clubs. (Peer Coaching)

➢ Have the ability to influence people and are natural leaders.

➢ Feels comfortable in a crowd. (Storytelling Performance)

Intrapersonal Intelligence

➢ They have the ability for self discipline to achieve personal goals.

➢ These children are self-motivated. (practice stories on their own)

➢ Prefer to study individually and learn best through observing and listening. (Self Critiques)

Naturalist Intelligence

➢ Nature smart (Pourquoi stories)

➢ Likes to spend time in nature; recognizes subtle meanings and patterns in nature.

➢ Likes to speak out about animal right and earth preservation. (Environmental stories)

➢ They would enjoy using audio/visual equipment to record nature. (Digital Storytelling)

WEB SITES OF INTEREST

Enoch Pratt Libraries


Listen to some of our most beloved storytellers share their tales in streaming video; a delight for children and adults alike. http://www.prattlibrary.org/home/storyIndex.aspx

Storybug.net


Karen Chace offers a global feast of folktale websites, each with a short synopsis. In addition, there is a smorgasbord of sites focusing on Oral History, Crafts, Arts Education, Puppetry, Grants, Teaching Tools and more! http://www.storybug.net

Story-Lovers.com


With the help of Storytell listserv members, storyteller Jackie Baldwin has compiled an extensive array of stories and books. Click on “SOS” and you will discover your own private folklore library right at your fingertips. Jackie even offers a Google search tool so story exploring is a breeze! http://www.story-lovers.com/

Storytelling Arts of Indiana

Teaching Guides, games, activities and resources from such quality tellers as Heather Forest, Doug Lipman, Rex Ellis, Doug Elliott, Janice Harrington and Ed Stivender. You can’t go wrong taking advice from this group! http://www.geocities.com/storiesinc/TeachersGuide.html#Games

Storytelling In Schools

After months of detailed research Jackie Baldwin and Kate Dudding have organized an amazing, downloadable booklet and brochure that will help you meet that question head on. Quantitative studies, innovative projects books, journals, articles and web sites are all at your fingertips, but the best part is that the project is not complete; it is an ongoing process that will be continually updated as new studies surface. http://www.storynet-advocacy.org/edu/how-to/index.shtml

BIBLIOGRAPHY

These books contain stories that are perfect for beginning student storytellers.

DeSpain, Pleasant Eleven Nature Tales: A Multicultural Journey Little Rock, Ark.: August House 1996

DeSpain, Pleasant. Thirty-Three Multicultural Tales to Tell. August House, 1997.DeSpain, Pleasant Twenty: Two Splendid Tales To Tell From Around the World Volume One August House 1994

DeSpain, Pleasant Twenty-Two Splendid Tales to Tell From Around the World Volume Two August House 1994

Hamilton, Martha and Mitch Weiss, Children Tell Stories, Richard C. Owen Publishers, Inc., 1990.

Hamilton, Martha and Mitch Weiss. How & Why Stories: World Tales Kids Can Read and Tell. August House, 1999.

Hamilton, Martha & Mitch Weiss: Noodlehead Stories: World Tales Kids Can Read & Tell: Little Rock, AR: August House, 2000.

Hamilton, Martha & Mitch Weiss (1996) Stories in My Pocket; Tales Kids Can Tell Golden, CO: Fulcrum Pub.

Hamilton, Martha & Mitch Weiss Through the Grapevine: World Tales Kids Can Read & Tell Little Rock: August House Publishers, 2001.

Raines, Shirley C. and Rebecca Isbell Tell It Again!: Easy-To Tell Stories With Activities For Young Children Beltsville, Md. : Gryphon House, c1999.

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Sunday, August 24, 2008

Remembering Leanne

Today is the one year anniversary of the passing on my dear friend Leanne Johnson, age 47...gone far, far too soon.

As I was just typing her last name I realized it should have been Leanne Joy because she brought so much love, warmth and spirit to the world. Leanne loved people, penguins, stories, music, puns and laughter. We are the poorer for her passing but the richer for her having graced our world.

Leanne was one of the first people to reach out and offer words of wisdom when I began my own storytelling journey. Whenever I needed resources, advice, help or encouragement she was there. In fact, I still have her voice on my answering machine, singing the words to a song I needed for a storytelling performance, her exuberance palpable across the wires as she laughing sang "Baby shark do do do do..." That is the the kind of person she was, going the extra mile, across the miles. Whenever I need a lift she is there, her voice rings out loud and strong, and I smile.

Thankfully, her voice and stories live on in cyber space; her myspace page is still online. If you would like to enter into her wonderful world of folktales through words and music stop in for a visit. You can even see Leanne "in action" at her last Northlands Storytelling Conference performance in all her glory on my friend Gwyn Calvetti's blog. My thanks to Gwyn for making sure that Leanne's light shines on. I was blessed to be in that audience and I can tell you that Leanne absolutely glowed that night!

Leanne was a skilled wordsmith as well and when the question was asked on the Storytell listserv, "How did you know when it was time to call yourself a "storyteller?" Leanne penned this wonderful poem:


When everything you hear,
tells you a story,
When everything you see,
reminds you of a story,
When everything you taste
conjures up a story,
When everything you smell,
evokes for you a story,
When everything you touch,
summons up a story,

You might indeed be a storyteller.

But it is not until
you release those stories,
Allow the images to free form into the
imaginations of others,
Spilling their seeds
into the creation of more stories,
Funneled through the love and cares of family and friends,
who will love you
regardless
Enriched, enhanced,
amplified with the hopes and dreams of strangers
who have no other reason to love
or care for you,
Nestled into the unconscious mind of a growing child
where they will grow with goodness and strength.

Ahh, then, call yourself a storyteller.

And when they offer you praise,
compliments,
bravos,
endorsements,
money...

Remember,
the sounds,
the sights,
the tastes,
the smells,
the touch,

Of the Love of Story.


And today, as I do each day, I remember my friend Leanne with love.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

A Song of Interruptions



Today on the Storytell listserv we were having a grand time sharing tales of the myriad of interruptions we have contended with while performing. They ran the gamut from the usual school fire drills to the more unusual, a pair of mating, and quite loud, turtles.

The discussion got me laughing and thinking so I sat down and wrote The Twelve Days of Stories, a parody on The Twelve Days of Christmas. Sing out everyone!



The Twelve Days of Stories
Karen Chace 2008 ©

On the first day of stories
my audience gave to me
A fly buzzing all around me

On the second day of stories,
my audience gave to me
Two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the third day of stories
my audience gave to me
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the fourth day of stories,
my audience gave to me
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the fifth day of stories
my audience gave to me
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the sixth day of stories
my audience gave to me
Six fire drills
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the seventh day of stories,
my audience gave to me
Seven copters whirling
Six fire drills
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the eighth day of stories
my audience gave to me
Eight birds a squawking
Seven copters whirling
Six fire drills
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the ninth day of stories,
my audience gave to me
Nine bats a soaring
Eight birds a squawking
Seven copters whirling
Six fire drills
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the tenth day of stories,
my audience gave to me
Ten ponies riding
Nine bats a soaring
Eight birds a squawking
Seven copters whirling
Six fire drills
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the eleventh day of stories
my audience gave to me
Eleven pipers piping (I get to reuse this one because of my friends bagpipers :)
Ten ponies riding
Nine bats a soaring
Eight birds a squawking
Seven copters whirling
Six fire drills
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
two mating turtles
and a fly buzzing all around me

On the twelfth day of stories
my audience gave to me
Twelve bands a playing
Eleven pipers piping
Ten ponies riding
Nine bats a soaring
Eight birds a squawking
Seven copters whirling
Six fire drills
Five toppling trees
Four flying Elvis
Three topless women
Two mating turtles
And a fly buzzing all around me