Sunday, March 20th, 2011, was our first event for World Storytelling Day. It was unequivocally a success. I owe a lot of that to Sr St John Delany, the five other tellers who joined me (Jonathan Kruk, Melissa Chernowetz, Katie Issel Pitre, Bernie Libster & Ron Sopyla), and our wonderful audience. This was a day of storytelling sharing at it’s finest.
On May 1st, you will be able to read all about how an event happened, from start to finish in 25 days, by visiting Eric Wolf’s The Art of Storytelling Blog. It was a great experience and one we are sure to revisit again. Please keep an eye out for it, and follow Eric’s link and become a fan. There is a wealth of information on it for anyone who loves a good story.
The World Storytelling Day logo was designed by Mats Rehnman of Fabula Storytelling, Stockholm.
Founded in the early ’90s in Sweden, World Storytelling Day has truly become a global event. Originally more of a celebratory day of Swedish tellers, it has grown to an organization that embraces and entwines the world’s storytellers together.
I am proud to be telling at this event on the PACE University, White Plains, NY campus, with some amazing people: Jonathan Kruk; Melissa Chernowetz; Ron Sopyla; Katie Issel Pitre; and Bernie Libster.
Everyone talks about how stressed they are..well, this is an excellent way to relax with family and friends. Everyone talks about how prices are skyrocketing and what they can’t afford…well, this event is FREE.Parking available? Check. Close to public transportation? Check
A beautiful location (The Tudor Room in Preston Hall)? Check. Family Friendly? Check.
Come be part of a global experience!
I was doing my annual sweeping and mopping today, and I came across a thriving community of Dust Bunnies. Since the last time I cleaned, not only did they proliferate, but there was an entire infrastructure existing under the hard to reach places.
The Grand Pookah of the DBs (my short affectionate term for them), Mes Usup, cautiously approached me, rolling to a stop just before my WMD (the broom, or Big Betsy). “If it pleases ye, sirrah, we have grown accustomed to the wonders of the labyrinth that is this wonder land of joy and dropped food bits,” he stated in a wafty way. “Please, let my people exist here in exquisite communion. We, the Pulvis, will be eternally grateful…and will do our best to be out of the way when others of your kind come to enter this lofty realm.”
What could I say to that? I dropped my WMD back into it’s silo (the hall closet), got down on the floor, and had a lovely time meeting all the Pulvis population. You’ve never known cute until you held a baby DB in your hand, as it rolls here and there.
A call to arms is needed! Dust Bunnies have a right to colonize and live in peace! Join me on September 4th, 2001, in a benefit storytelling concert to Save The Dust Bunnies!
More news to come!
I just had a wonderful time exploring and learning about the Bronx Museum (open since 2006) on 165th & The Grand Concourse in, of course, THE Bronx. I met with two of the women who are supportive keystones to making the museum place to visit again and again: Hannie & Bridget. It was a real pleasure meeting both of them and they should be commended for the dedication they have to making the Bronx Museum a community landmark.
They are planning a series of storytelling events, and I urge…strongly urge…all The Bronx refugees & natives & storytelling and art to support the museum and this series. The first evening is on Friday, March 18th, from 6:00-8:30pm. There will be two more events of Bronx Stories on May 20th and June 10th.
It is so close to where I grew up (just south of 161st Street on Gerard Avenue) that the whole experience made me nostalgic. I may live in Yonkers, but I’m from THE BRONX!
I’ll be there on Friday March 18th to support this wonderful new art outlet. Please join me there. They’re having an open mic after the main tellers, so if you have a short story of your life in The Bronx, come share it. I might tell everyone about the time Ricky fell through the roof of a convertible, or watching the Pope on home plate at Yankee Stadium, or standing on a long line at the Earl theater to see “Hard Days Night”, and then not being able to hear the movie ’cause all the girls screamed through the whole thing!
See you there.