Apologies for missing my post last week, but I was so buried in the anxiety and tech of switching computers (to Win11) and related things that I didn’t come up for air in time to realize it was even Wednesday until it had passed. Oh well, might be the first time, but probably not the last. Mea culpa.
I spent last Saturday with my Barbershop Quartet entertaining crowds of children and parents with 4-part Xmas carols up close and personal as they strolled the streets, smithies, craft shops, and various old founders’ buildings of Boalsburg, PA, (Boalsburg’s claim to fame is as the birthplace of Memorial Day). We’ll be doing the same this coming Friday and Saturday on the festive streets of Mifflinburg, PA, all closed to vehicular traffic and turned into a pedestrian CristKindle Marketplace for three days.
It’s usually bitterly bitterly cold to be standing out of doors for a couple of hours, no matter how many layers of outrageous Xmas sweaters and knee socks you wear. So why do we do it? Well, in 2 weeks (yes, on Xmas) I’ll be 72, and I can feel every cold breeze up close and personal while we do it, but the smiles of the children and their parents at seeing live carolers makes up for chilly cheeks (eventually, once I thaw).
What is it about presenting traditional stories (in musical form) that’s so satisfying? You’re introducing the young to some of the important stories of their culture, and in a form that’s easy to digest. Unsurprisingly, their parents appreciate the help with this task, using methods they might not be able to emulate themselves. Civilizing the young is a group effort.
The thing about traditional stories is that everyone knows them, they like hearing parts of them again, and experiencing that in common produces cohesion in the community, as well as offering the discovery of the story for the young, in an approving context.
What about us tale tellers? Now, we’re not writing new modern Xmas carols, by and large, complete with religious belief, but we are presenting tales with morals in them, encouraging some behaviors and calling out others… exemplars, as it were. At least, some of us are. (I know I am.) It’s not because I think that’s my explicit mission, but because that’s the sort of traditional story world I treasure, and I think my readers may, also. I don’t have to be a believer to value the messages of Xmas carols.
So it’s worth bundling up and shivering to do our bit of community enhancement for the young and reminders of our common heritage for the rest of the crowd as part of the culture bearers of our time.
Image: In front of my cabin fireplace dressed for an indoor party as part of a quartet. (You can’t ever get the men’s vests to fit properly, and I’m useless with a needle.)





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