We spent most of yesterday at the first day of the town’s arts festival. The boys each recited a poem in the morning for Speech Arts, and in the evening Laura performed her musical theater number, “I Have Confidence” from The Sound of Music.
For the past few years, the kids have entered just the Speech Arts part of the program. This year, I gave Laura a pass on that part, since her voice teacher wanted to enter her in the singing portion, and her piano teacher wanted her to enter the piano portion (tomorrow morning, with “Home on the Range”, like a good cowgirl); plus she had two speeches to give for 4H. But I feel as if we’re letting down the Speech Arts program, which yesterday had only 11 entries (down from a recent high of 26 in 2004, and, in earlier years, as many as eight days of entries compared to today’s two hours). Part of the problem is that poetry, and memorization, are no longer included in most provincial school curricula (in part because neither is included on provincial exams, which goes to prove the unfortunate importance of teaching to the test) — which no doubt explains why six of the 10 entrants yesterday are home educated — and as we see all around, there’s just not much worth nowadays, you know, in like being able to talk good and stuff. Whatever.
But the kids who came out yesterday did an amazing job. In addition to my two boys (whose archy and mehitabel selections by Don Marquis are at the very bottom), the entrants included
a seven-year-old girl reciting Roald Dahl’s “Aunt Sponge and Aunt Spiker”,
a 10-year-old boy reciting “Abou Ben Adhem and the Angel” by Leigh Hunt,
his eight-year-old sister doing a brilliant job with Charles Dickens’s “The Ivy Green”,
an 11-year-old boy reciting “Casey at the Bat” by Ernest Lawrence Thayer,
a 14-year-old boy reciting “The Policeman’s Song” by Gilbert & Sullivan,
a marvelous rendition of Alfred Noyes’s “The Highwayman” by a 16-year-old homeschooled girl, who brought the piece to life before our eyes,
a prose recitation of Something from Nothing, one of our favorite picture books, by a 14-year-old friend of ours, who also gave a public speaking solo, her 4H speech from last month about her exchange trip to Japan. I’ll try to add links to most of the poems later.
All in all, a wonderful morning, even without Davy winning the prize for the six- and seven-year-old category (from the adjudicator’s report: “That is quite the smile! What a wonderful job you did with all of those big words! You have a very clear and easy sound. Great work!”), and Daniel managing exceedingly well with his first stab at free verse. The kids have each had a chance at winning festival awards now, and it was heartening to see Laura and Daniel so pleased for their little brother. Best of all, because the kids didn’t have classrooms to run back to as did some of the other competitors, we were free to spend the entire morning at the church hall, listening to (and learning from) all of the other recitations.
We stepped out of the church at lunchtime to unexpected heavy snow (happy spring to you, too), got home as fast as we could under the road conditions, ate lunch, relaxed as much as we dared, and an hour or so later, hopped back into the truck and drove back to town for music lessons, an abbreviated Fiddler rehearsal, and then dinner at a restaurant in town at 5 p.m. so Laura could be back at the church for the Vocal program just after 6. Her voice instructor arrived for a bit of a warm-up, and she changed into her costume. Only to discover that she had left her straw hat on her bed. Thank goodness for some dear friends, homeschoolers too, who live literally across the street from the church and saved the day with the loan of a hat five minutes before show time.
Laura and her accompanist did a terrific job — simple, appealing, enjoyable — all the more impressive since, as the youngest as the category, Laura was the first to go on. The adjudicator, the same one from Speech Arts earlier in the day, enjoyed it too, and gave Laura a very good critique. She was followed by a selection of Disney Princesses, which after L’s comment on the other day’s hot-to-trot-tot post, with this link to Off-Duty Disney Princesses (the play) from Breed ‘Em And Weep), seemed more even more disturbing than usual (relevant, L? You betcha). There was Beauty minus Beast, the mermaid complete with shockingly bright wig and homemade tail, and Aladdin’s midriff-baring princess pal, all complete with not particularly memorable — nor easy to sing or suitable for 10- and 11-year-olds — Alan Menken drivel. Why do mothers and women teachers do this to their girls? Which only made the good stuff — including the only boy’s performance of Chim Chim Cheree (the same lad who had given us Casey at the Bat earlier in the day), an 11-year-old girl performing a number from “Annie” and a 12-year-old’s “Just You Wait (‘enry ‘iggins)” from “My Fair Lady” — stand out that much more.
There followed some classical vocal solos, including oratoria, and a rousing finale from two local adult choruses. Beautiful stuff. A late night, but the kids were still singing on the way home — mostly selections from Singin’ in the Rain — and planning their entries for next year.
Today we’re recovering with a quiet, unschooly day, with plans to reread Something from Nothing, which ties in nicely with the kids’ Fiddler on the Roof production; Casey at the Bat (there are more than a few good picture book editions to choose from), and a few other stories. Tomorrow morning Laura bangs out “Home on the Range” for the piano part of the program. And we stop off at the hospital afterwards to have Daniel’s stitch removed.
Daniel’s excerpt from “some maxims of archy” by Don Marquis (from archy and mehitabel)
i heard a
couple of fleas
talking the other
day says one come
to lunch with
me i can lead you
to a pedigreed
dog says the
i do not care
what a dog s
pedigree may be
is my motto what
Ii want to know
is whether he
has got a
about a like to me
Davy’s prize-winning excerpt from “some natural history” by Don Marquis (from archy and mehitabel)
is a most
he lives on
and his tongue
is always furred
sleeps his life away
and that is how
get into the hay
is a very
for when he s
he pretends he is
when you see
a sea gull
on a bald man s dome
she likely thinks
she s nesting
on her rocky
do not tease
through the zoo
for they have
their finer feelings
as me and you.
(Yes, we talked about that last line and why it was needed for the rhyme. Ha. And about the saying “a needle in a haystack”. Both poems got the biggest laughs of the day, so it seems Don Marquis was a big hit on the prairie.)
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