An older Gen X-er, my childhood was surrounded by theatre people. My adulthood has been surrounded by children, first my students, then my own, and now more students! You can also find me on Medium here: https://medium.com/@becklesjm
Chapter Four of Days of A Christmas Carol Past, My Thirty Year Relationship With Victorian Ghosts
If you read Chapter 3 about my experiences involving stage productions of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, you know it ended on a rather down note. But most of my memories of that 1976 production in Milwaukee, Wisconsin are happy ones of nervous excitement mixed with live orchestra music, makeup, costumes and, hiding behind it all, Christmas!
Chapter 3 of Days of A Christmas Carol Past, My Thirty Year Relationship With Victorian Ghosts
In Charles Dickens' 1843 novel, A Christmas Carol, when the Ghost of Christmas Past makes Ebenezer Scrooge watch his younger self break up with his fiancée, Belle, Ebenezer’s torturous regret begins, but it does not end there. The Ghost then makes him watch “another Christmas” in which a happy Belle, now married to another man and surrounded by happy children, has forgotten all about Ebenezer. In the 1976 stage production of A Christmas Carol I acted in, I portrayed one of Belle’s happy children.
No, That's Not a Run-On Sentence!
I first noticed the confusion about four years ago, when my fellow online graduate students were reading an essay I wrote, and they left comments accusing me of using run-on sentences, though there were no actual run-ons in my essay.
Days of A Christmas Carol Past, My Thirty Year Relationship With Victorian Ghosts, Chapter Two
There was a “Bah” cast and a “Humbug” cast of children in my dad’s 1976 Milwaukee production of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. If you know the story, you know that Ebenezer Scrooge hates Christmas and says “Bah, humbug!” anytime anyone mentions the holiday.
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Days of A Christmas Carol Past, My Thirty Year Relationship With Victorian Ghosts, Chapter One
I thought my red tights would be better with my navy blue skirt and red turtleneck because it would be a pattern with red, blue, red. Mom said that was, “TOO matching, like too perfect.” I had never heard of “too perfect”, and the fact that my mother, who seemed to have a mission to make everything perfect, would say this amazed me.
Two More Chapters From "Failproof Motherhood for a Failproof Child"
CHAPTER THREE: Your Baby’s Vehicle Congratulations! Your baby has been conceived. The fun is now over (if getting here had anything to do with an intimate relationship with your baby’s father), and your work now begins. As the chapter title says, you are now your baby’s vehicle. You are also her home for nine months, so do not let her ride get too bumpy. EVERYTHING you do, eat, drink, and think about must have the goal of keeping your baby in comfort and at peace throughout this, her first journey in life.
The Perfect Gift for Every Perfectionist Mom-to-Be
INTRODUCTION to Failproof Motherhood for a Failproof Child: This is the project of projects that you are about to undertake. Your baby will be just that: YOUR BABY, no one else’s. (In some cases, the father’s baby as well, but that is beside the point.) Your goal of goals — the best baby your baby can be — is completely reliant on you alone. In other words, your baby is yours to nurture or to ruin.
A Thanksgiving TV Memory
From 1973 to 1981, my family and I always began our Thanksgiving by watching The CBS All-American Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV from 9AM until noon. While NBC covered only New York City’s Macy’s Parade, this CBS show covered about thirty minutes each of five different parades throughout the USA and one in Canada.
Orson Welles and Martians Shaped My Teaching Career
It’s been eighty-five years since Orson Welles and his Mercury Theater on the Air players frightened America with their radio broadcast making it sound, to listeners who tuned in after the introduction, like Martians were really landing in New Jersey.
You Know You've Outgrown Trick or Treating
My ninth grade year was the last year I went trick or treating for Halloween with my school friends. I didn’t realize it would be my last until I was walking home through the rain, hours later, candy and apples rolling around in puddles on the street.