Tim and Leanne's Summer Newsletter

upcoming performances

The performances listed at right obviously don't include any private functions-- cookouts, family reunions, potlucks, weddings, and the like.

If you like the idea of scheduling such an event-- either here in Vermont or when we're on tour-- contact us.

Tim Jennings and Leanne Ponder
PO Box 522 Montpelier VT 05601
802 223 9103
tim@folktale.net

http://folktale.net


Monday July 2 • Vergennes
Basin Harbor Club
8:30 "The Club Room"

Tuesday July 10, Vergennes
Basin Harbor Club
8:30 "The Club Room"

Saturday July 21, Tinmouth
SolarFest
1:45, family stage

Tuesday July 24, South Royalton
Brown Bag Lunch Series
12:00, Gazebo Town Green

Tuesday July 24, Vergennes
Basin Harbor Club
8:30 "The Club Room

Tuesday July 31, Vergennes
Basin Harbor Club
8:30 "The Club Room"

Tuesday August 7, Vergennes
Basin Harbor Club
8:30 "The Club Room"

Tuesday August 14, Vergennes
Basin Harbor Club
8:30 "The Club Room"

Thursday August 16 Greensboro
Greenboro Free Library
7:00 pm

Sunday August 19, Weston
Kinhaven Music School
7:30, Concert Hall

Tuesday Aug 21, Vergennes
Basin Harbor Club
8:30 "The Club Room"

Saturday Sept. 8, Montpelier
Capital City Farmer's Market|
11 am - 1 pm (music only)


King of the Lions - "new" story

We spent the winter working it up, and now we'll be performing this odd little comic fable through the summer, at least. Any moral it might have remains mysterious to us, and its provenance is mysterious as well. We don't know how old it is, for instance, just that it came from the French by way of Joel Chandler Harris and his wife. It feels old, firmly rooted in the tradition of Aesop and LaFontaine, yet it also seems to reflect social and political preoccupations of mid-nineteenth century Europe. It's a lot of fun to tell. We hope it's fun to listen to as well, but you guys will have to tell us that.

donkey and lion woodcut

 

Recording eerie tales this fall

The Vampire Princess
vampire princess
& other eerie folk tales

 

Want to be on our next CD?

If all goes according to plan (always a big "if") we'll be recording a some of our spookier folktales in live performance this fall, perhaps as early as the end of September.

All stories are suitable for children and adults who like this kind of thing. Of course, as always, there are plenty of laughs along with the jumps and neck-prickles.

Good audiences make help make good storytelling, and you guys are the best!

Admission will be free, by reservation only. As with our last taping, seats will be limited. Contact us with questions or to get put on the list for an early reservation.

 

Something About Storytelling

Here's my adaptation of a traditional American hill-country folktale.

I use it in school residencies, to help children learn how to perform folktales for each other with skill and pleasure.

Give it a try-- kids
like it a lot.

 

student performance

I first saw the following story in Grandfather Tales, which is one of Richard Chase's important books of oral tales he collected and adapted from schoolchildren and adults in the highlands of Virgina, Kentucky, and North Carolina back in the middle of the last century. Chase was an interesting and sometimes difficult man, I'd love to read an oral history of him. Here are two other versions of the same story, collected a little earlier by somebody else at about the same time and place: One , Two

This is the way the kids in my residencies tell it, as it has evolved over the last 25 years or so. Use your own language, but keep it simple. Of course in folktelling and comedy, delivery is crucial. Here are a few tips to start, with a few more as we go along.

  • Use the boy's chants to show him going from loud sobbing to sniffles to a gleeful sing-song. Don't draw back from them. This is the main spring of the story.
  • While chanting, use the upper half of your body-- arms, torso, shoulders-- to show the boy's woeful trudging, frantic running, and gleeful skipping. (Do little or nothing with your feet.)
  • Starting with the egg-lady, as you introduce a new character, pause a moment to help the audience enjoy the anticipation of what’s going to happen, before it happens. Make sure they understand about the one-eyed man, in particular-- wait for the laugh.
  • Don't be afraid to scold-- kids perceive themselves as being scolded a lot. The original involved a fair amount of "whippin'"-- not so common these days, so I leave it out. But maybe a little shaking.

SOAP, SOAP, SOAP

A woman was washing clothes but she ran out of soap.  She called her little boy. “Jack," she said, "You go on down to the store and bring me back some soap. Now, don’t forget. What are you going to buy?” But Jack didn't know. “Good thing I asked," she said. "Get me some soap! Now you say it. Soap!”

And Jack said, “Soap.”

“That’s right! now, say it again.”

“Soap,” says Jack. “Soap Soap Soap!”

“That’s good, Jack. Just keep on saying it like that, over and over, all the way to the store, so you don’t forget.”

And down the road he wentL

'Soap, soap, soap.
Soap, soap, soap.
Soap-soap-soap.
Soap-soap-soap."

[Start by just saying the words, then let repetition turn them into a happy song-like chant, maybe starting with the first three notes of “Three Blind Mice.” ]

After a while he came to a place where the road was slippery with mud, and he fell— right into the mud. Got up, cried a little bit, then tried to think what his momma sent him for, but he couldn’t remember.

“Oh, no, I lost it!” he said. “I lost it right here.” He said, "Maybe if I go back to where I had it, I can get it back," and he ran a ways back the way he’d come, said, “Well I had it here.” Then he went back to where he fell and said “Here’s where I lost it.” Went back again “Had it here.” And back again, “Here I lost it.” Back and forth faster and faster.

“Here I had it. Here I lost it.
Here I had it. Here I lost it.”

[Several more times, faster and faster.]

A man came over and said, “What did you lose, son?’

“Here I had it. Here I lost it.”

“Maybe I can help you.”

“Here I had it, here I lost it.”

“I give up, you kids are crazy these days.” And the man started down the road, and he got to same place Jack had slipped and he slipped too-- right in the mud. When he got up he sad, “Doggone,” he said “that road’s slick as soap.”

And Jack said

(Show Jack's big“Eureka!”moment, cartoon-like — Aha! -- lifted eyebrows, wide eyes, big smile. forefinger up)

“Soap!”

[back into the happy skipping chant.]

'Soap, soap, soap.
Soap, soap, soap.
Soap-soap-soap.
Soap-soap-soap."

Man thought he was laughing at him, so he grabbed him and shook him him and said,

(angry)

“Bad boy! Don’t laugh at me! Anybody could fall in the mud like that! Now, say you’re sorry and you won’t do it again.”

(crying)

“Sorry I done it, won’t do it again.
Sorry I done it I won’t do it again.”

So the man let him go, and the boy went on down the road.

[transition by degrees from crying to sniffling to a happy chant]

“Sorry I done it, won’t do it again.
Sorry I done it I won’t do it again
Sorry I done it, won’t do it again.
Sorry I done it, wont do it again.”

Went down the road and he saw an old woman getting up out of the ditch. She’d been carrying eggs, but fell in the ditch and landed right on top of her eggs, and they all broke. Here she was was just getting up, with the eggs all dripping off her, and Jack comes around the corner.

“Sorry I done it, won’t do it again.
Sorry I done it, wont do it again. ”

The old woman hollered at him. “You bad boy!” she said, "I'll teach you to make fun of an old woman!"And she pushed him down into the ditch, right where she’d been lying. “Now— I’m out, and you’re in.”

Jack got up, all covered with mud and egg, and started back down the road,

(as before, transition from weeping to happy chant-- maybe ending up with
a cadence that could be misinterpreted as taunting " nya-nya nya nya-nya".)

“I’m out, and you’re in.
I’m out and you’re in.
I’m out, and you’re in.
I’m out and you’re in. ”

 

He came to a place where there was a man whose wagon was off the road, had one wheel stuck in the ditch, and he was trying to get it out.

”I’m out and you’re in
I’m out and you’re in.”

The man caught the boy. “Don’t make fun of me, boy, give me a hand. I already got one wheel out, now help me get the other one out.” So the little boy had to help him push that heavy wagon back up onto the road, and then he was on his way again

“One’s out, get the other one out.
One’s out get the other one out.
One’s out, get the other one out.
One’s out get the other one out"

And then he met....

(put your hand over one eye and look at the audience)

..... a man with one eye.

(Wait for a reaction Now, back to the happy boy)

“One’s out, get the other one out.
One’s out get the other one out.”

The one eyed man grabbed him and yelled “Bad boy! What a mean thing to say! I can’t help what happened to me, I'm doing all right. You should say ‘One’s in, anyway.’ Now, say it!”

(crying)

“One’s in anyway.
“One’s in anyway.”

“Now get out of here before I call your mamma and tell her what you said.”

So the boy went down the road

“One’s in anyway.
One’s in anyway.”

(as before, transitioning from sad to happy, to nya nya.)

“One’s in anyway.
One’s in anyway.”

And he came to a place where there was a woman with her kids have a picnic by the river, and one of her babies had just fallen in the water. The mother was scared almost out of her mind, and was rushing in to rescue it, and she hears Jack coming down the road:

“One’s in anyway. One’s in anyway.
One’s in anyway. One’s in anyway”

She scooped baby up out of the water, and then ran over to yell at the boy. But as soon as she caught him, he started crying. She looked at him there, all covered over with mud, and eggs, and bruises, and tears, and all she could say was, “Young man, you go straight home and tell your mamma to wash you up with soap.”

(“Aha!” reaction again— even stronger than before.)

“Soap!”

Running back down the road

(song)

“Soap soap soap!
Soap soap soap!”

Got to the store

“Soap soap soap!
Soap soap soap!”

Ran all the way home.

“Soap soap soap!
Soap soap soap!”

And he gave his mother the soap.

She took one look at him, and she picked him up and dropped him in the washing machine, clothes and all, and turned the dial to “heavy soil.”

And when the wash was done, she took him out, got a couple of clothespins, and hung him up on the line to dry.

 

 

our recordings so far-- which is your favorite?

hens and chicks are fireworks

 

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Tim and Leanne

PO Box 522 Montpelier VT 05601

802 223 9103 | tim@folktale.net