Just a Thought…

By Maureen Hart

Honestly, if one more person tells me there is nothing to do around here, I might blow a gasket. If it’s true we are a wasteland, why can’t I find the time to fit in everything that I would like to see and do?

macbeth-pic-just-a-thoughtAs a board member of the Scranton Shakespeare Festival, which wrapped up its fifth season this past July, I know how frustrating it is to hear people complain. In partnership with the University of Scranton, we offer free professional theater ranging from Shakespeare (of course) to original plays (one of which moved to an Off-Broadway theater last fall), musicals, operettas, and modern plays. In our five years you might have seen A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet, Pirates of Penzance, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, Robin Hood: The Musical, and many, many more. (Look it up at http://www.scrantonshakes.com or like us on Facebook.) 

You can bring your whole family without paying a penny. SSF fulfills the vision of former West Sider and University of Scranton grad, Michael Bradshaw Flynn. Now based in New York, this young man, who is still in his twenties, devotes a great deal of time to this theatrical venture every summer, when he isn’t appearing in or directing Off-Broadway shows, or working with some of the time names in the business such as Julianne Moore, Nathan Lane, Matthew Broderick, F. Murray Abraham and Rupert Grint. He is directing an original show at this moment, and at the same time  is assistant to famed Broadway director Jack O’Brien as they mount a revival of The Front Page, opening soon. Whew!

In only its second year, Scranton Fringe Festival promises a wide range of up to 50 performances in various venues from Sept. 29 to Oct. 3. Its first year was a huge hit and saw over 3,000 people racing around from one performance to another. This festival  is the brainchild of Elizabeth Bohan and Conor O’Brien–who has his hands in many artistic ventures in the area, and even presented his own version of Hamlet at the Cultural Center last year.  Go  to  http://www.scrantonfringe.org to see a long list of events planned for the fringe-festivaljust-a-thoughtfour-day extravaganza, including a piece called Relationship written  by Joe McGurl of Dunmore. Also look up scrantonstoryslam.com while you’re at it.

And there is also Ghostlight Productions based at South Abington Park which also offers free Shakespeare in the park every June. I have always enjoyed this troupe of players founded by the delightful and multi-talented husband-and-wife team Jonathan and Rachel Luann Strayer. They just presented an innovative version of Julius Caesar for this year’s audiences. Past shows have included Much Ado About Nothing, The Merry Wives of Windsor and Twelfth Night. Ghostlight also will present The Poe Asylum at this year’s Fringe Festival.

Every August, there is the Scranton Jazz Festival, featuring top musicians–I can’t even tell you how many acts have played the Electric City under the auspices of this dedicated organization. Plan to put it on your calendar next year.

And First Friday is a very popular event which presents art and entertainment throughout the City of Scranton — many people mark this on their monthly calendar.

In July, there is Arts on the Square, featuring over 150 vendors wrapped around Courthouse Square in Downtown Scranton, along with two stages of live music, interactive art, food, and a farmers market.

With La Festa Italiana just over, now it is time for the fall season to launch, and it’s chock full of entertaining things to do, starting with the Dearly Departed Players annual Dunmore Cemetery Tour slated this year for October 2 and 9 at 2 p.m. Thousands of people attend this informative and entertaining event each year, walking through the grounds and enjoying theatrical vignettes about some of the people interred there. Again, admission to this event is free. See a related story and photos elsewhere in this issue of The Dunmorean.

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Broadway Theatre League is touting one of its best seasons ever –you can buy season tickets and see Once, Cinderella, Pippin, Jersey Boys and Rent, at a fraction of what you would pay in New York City. You can also buy individual seats for these wonderful offerings. Go to Ticketmaster to order seats.

Bonfire at the Iron Furnaces will burst on the scene on October 15 with entertainment for the entire family–everything from bagpipers to a German oompah band, pumpkin decorating, Halloween style activities, and much more. For the full line-up go to http://www.scrantonbonfire.com.

Don’t forget our wonderful Northeastern Philharmonic, which presents varied concerts throughout the year, culminating in its Fourth of July Spectacular in the summer at Scranton’s Courthouse Square and at Kirby Park in Kingston. Also planned is a focus on Beethoven, along with Shostakovich, Tchaikovsky, Haydn, Copland, Bach,  Dvorak and Mozart’s Requiem, along with  a Pops series including Wicked Divas, A Night at the Oscars, and Piano Men (saluting Elton John and Billy Joel music).

Community theater has always been strong in Northeastern Pennsylvania, including Actor’s Circle ( presenting The House of Blue Leaves Sept. 15-25), Little Theatre of Wilkes-Barre (doing Rock of Ages Sept. 9-25),  Music Box Dinner Playhouse  in Kingston (doing La Cage Aux Folles Sept. 9-25 and also No Sex Please We’re British and A Christmas Story this season), Diva Theatre at the Olde Brick Theatre, and New Vintage Ensemble. Tickets are inexpensive and the fun factor is high.

By the time winter arrives, we’ll be thinking about the free Nutcracker production by Ballet Theatre of Scranton at Marywood University and ringing in the New Year downtown.

For non-theatergoers, throughout the year there is Railriders baseball, Penguins hockey, high school football, and a multitude of racing events. Outdoor enthusiasts don’t lack for places to climb, kayak, swim, fish, hunt and enjoy nature.

Have you visited the Everhart Museum lately? Or the Anthracite Museum? Taken the Lackawanna Coal Mine tour? Poked around the Catlin House, home base of the Lackawanna Historical Society? Have you taken a train at Steamtown and visited its many exhibits on the history of railroading in Scranton? The Architectural Society often offers tours of notable sites in the the area, and the beautiful Scranton Cultural Center opens its doors for tours by the public. The Electric City Trolley Museum hosts Railfest every year (just finished on Sept. 3 and 4).

This doesn’t even count all the community events –church and fire company picnics, county fairs, university theater  and music productions, church oratorios, and barbershop quartets there a Barbershop on Broadway concert in Honesdale in October if you are interested.)

Do I attend all of these things? Of course not–I can’t possibly get to everything — but I never complain that there is just nothing to do around here either.

Here is a contact list for some of the organizations mentioned above. If I have forgotten your group, let me know and I’ll give them a plug in the future!

Little Theatre of Wilkes-Barre: (570) 823-1875

Music Box Dinner Playhouse: www.musicbox.org and (570) 283-2195

Actors Circle at Providence Playhouse: www.actorscircle.org and (570) 342-9707

New Vintage Ensemble: www.newvintageensemble.com

Diva Theatre:  (570) 209-7766 and http://w.w.w.divatheater.com

Ballet Theatre of Scranton: (570) 347-2867 and www.balletheatre.com

Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Railriders (570) 969-2255 and http://www.railriders.com

Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins (570) 208-7367 and ww.wbspenguins.com

Everhart Museum: www.everhart-museum.org  and (570) 346-7186

Anthracite Museum: www.anthracite museum.org and (570) 963-4804

Lackawanna Coal Mine Tour: (570) 238-7245

Architectural Heritage Association: https://www.facebook.com/The-Architectural-Heritage-Association-Scranton

Lackawanna History Society: www.lackawannahistory.org and (570) 344-3841

Scranton Cultural Center: www.scrantonculturalcenter.org and (570) 346-4609

Steamtown National Historic Site: https://www.nps.gov/steamtown (570) 340-5200

Scranton Iron Furnaces: www.anthracitemuseum.org/explore/iron-furnaces and (570) 963-4804

La Festa Italiana: www.lafestaitaliana.org and (570) 348-4921

Electric City Trolley Museum: (570) 963-6590 and http://www.ectma.org

 

Just a Thought…

By Maureen Hart

Last month, I decided to write a column about kiddie nursery rhymes instead of politics, reasoning that children’s songs were a lighter topic for my readers. But I still got lambasted by a woman who called my husband’s phone and told him that I should not have mentioned Donald Trump in my introductory paragraph about the things that are upsetting me in our world right now.

What she apparently did not understand is that I am privileged to write a “personal” column (called “Just a Thought,” meaning my thoughts) where I am free to discuss anything on my mind. I would remind readers that they have an equal opportunity to respond in a letter to the editor, as long as it has a legitimate signature and verifying phone number.

So, I don’t apologize for mentioning Candidate Trump in passing last month. Nevertheless, although I could easily write volumes about The Donald, I am not going to do so now. But it’s not because of one upset reader of The Dunmorean.

Instead, the reason I am not writing about the Republican candidate for president in this column is twofold. One, he is getting enough publicity without me, and, secondly, I think political debate has become too divisive. I will admit that I am terrified by the prospect of a Trump victory, and would love to share my opinions about that to any undecided voter, but here’s the thing—am I going to change anybody’s mind? And conversely, is anybody going to change my mind?

No. And no. So the only thing left to explore is animosity and angry debate, promoting the kind of divisiveness that is tearing this nation apart.

So, I will just say this: Vote for the candidate of your choice, but do so based on logic, not emotion; on facts, not innuendo, on a platform that coincides with your vision of America and with a view to the future—not only for us, but for all future generations.

When you make this decision, do not let the all-news (and I say that in jest) stations such as CNN, MSNBC or FOX provide all of your information. Each network has an  agenda. They are all about ratings. Hopefully, you watched the two conventions and listened first-hand to the proposals for our nation. They could not have been more dramatically different. Draw your own conclusions. You don’t need pundits to explain it to you.

Try to read about both sides. Go to the candidates’ websites and see what each has to say about the important issues of the day—this source will be unfiltered by other outlets. Read both. Then, listen to the upcoming presidential debates. Debates are generally good theater, but now and again you learn something important. After all of this, make your choice.

That’s all I ask you to do, and whatever side comes out a winner for you, fine.

As for me, I do have a lot of personal concerns when it comes to our future..

I worry about the state of our educational system. How can the greatest nation in the world be failing its young in the quality of its schools, teaching, and learning?

I worry about racism. I know people personally from almost every race and religion, and guess what? They have the same worries and concerns as the rest of us. They want peace, they want prosperity, they want justice. I am friends with Muslims, Hindus, Jews, atheists, a gay Mormon, and a lot of Christians. I have friends who are Arabs, Latinos, Asian and black…and they are not “others.” They are human beings.

I worry about our climate of fear. The haunting specter of 9-11 has irrevocably changed the mood of this country into one of constant fear. We are afraid to be in crowds, to go to the city, to fly in an airplane. As one who traveled to London two weeks after the terrorist attack there in 2005, I know what it is like to make a decision not to let the terrorists win. I was not going to cancel my vacation. It was bittersweet in some ways, but perhaps more meaningful.

When my daughter was sent on business to Southeast Asia last fall, I did not urge her to stay here where it is safe. I told her to go and to be careful and to be grateful for the opportunity to visit Bangkok and Manila. Truthfully, no place is safe anymore, but we can choose to live fully or to live fearfully. In the end, we will all die. It is a matter of how fiercely we embrace the life we have. And what we do for others.

I worry about social justice. About people getting a fair shake. I long for the day when women are paid exactly the same as a man in the same job. A recent news article pointed out that a female doctor is paid an average of $20,000 less than a male doctor. How do we justify that?

I worry about the anti-intellectualism in this country. My grandfather was a coal miner who worked a second job hanging wallpaper to try to send his two kids to Marywood University and the University of Scranton. My grandmother dreamed that they would be better educated and have better jobs and nicer homes. Their wore neckties and white gloves and admired people with culture and intellect and great achievements.

I worry a lot about the Great Divide. When did we go from a two party political system to a free-for-all of hate and invective? There were policy divides before, but politicians did work together for the common good. That has gone out of the window. Now we are blue or red, when we should all be red, white and blue.

And yet. And yet.

We have come so far. Although I go through periods of frustration, even depression, when we are engaged in racial incidents or demeaning political debates, when the world around us seems to be more violent than ever, eventually I sit back and realize what is good about the world.

At the turn of the 20th century, millions across the world died from flu. Toward the end of the last century, millions died of AIDS. Today’s medical scientists have tackled every disease, some with more success than others, but the hope is always there for the cure for cancer or ALS or the new Zika virus.

When I was an impressionable teenager, the Civil Rights movement was in full swing, and it was tragic how many people died in the struggle. Black men were lynched. Black children were bombed in churches. White Freedom Riders were murdered. Racism seems more rampant than ever, but in truth, things did get better, and we have to keep up the fight for racial equality.

Women are still not getting equal pay, but I remember my mother explaining to me that the only career options for her back in the late 40s and early 50s were teaching, nursing, or secretarial work. Female physicians still don’t get paid as much, but there are many more in that field than 30 years ago when one of my best friends went to medical school. She was the only female student there, and she was forced to sign a paper saying she would not become a surgeon before taking her surgical residency. Her residency consisted of cleaning up equipment while the men got to observe and perform surgery. Need I point out that today, as I write this, a woman is running for President? Win or lose, that is a glass ceiling broken forever.

When I went away to college, I met the first Jewish person I’d ever known, and the first black person. I grew up Irish Catholic in a hugely WASP middle class neighborhood. It took me 17 years to meet somebody who didn’t look like me.

Try to remember that our entire history has been a struggle and that we are still a great nation seeking to become greater.  

I have written this article this month to try to put things into some kind of perspective, because everyone now has three full months to figure out one of the biggest decisions you will make in the year 2016. Do as I ask. Become truly informed about both sides. It isn’t easy. There are blaring headlines and “breaking news” and false information to weed through. Take the time to do the weeding. And then we can all plant the seeds for our future.

Just a Thought…

By Maureen Hart

I wanted to go on a rant about the state of the universe in this month’s column (Brexit, Trump, Isis, Orlando), but I calmed myself down and started to think about what I’ve really been doing with my life lately.

Believe it or not, I’ve been singing nursery rhyme songs with my soon-to-be two-year-old grandson. And, just as it did three decades ago when my daughter was a baby, it made me wonder where these fantastic lyrics came from. I knew there were all kinds of hidden meanings, but I’d long forgotten them.

Mary Had a Little LambSo, here’s your guide to Mother Goose:

Mary Had a Little Lamb: Several sources indicate that it is an American nursery rhyme, and one with a truthful and innocent origin. Attributed to Sarah Josepha Hale, the lyrics sprang from an incident when a young girl named Mary Sawyer, who lived in Sterling, Mass., took her pet lamb to school.

Georgie Porgie, Pudding and Pie: Okay, this one is far less innocent, and there are two suggested inspirations. The milder one is that is refers to Prince Regent George IV, son of mad King George III. The prince was not too smart and he was immensely fat. The X-rated version involves George Villiers (1592-1628) who was a handsome nobleman who caught the eye of James I. He was named Gentleman of the Bedchamber (there are any number of puns that could be made of that title) and later Duke of Buckingham. Georgie, however, was appreciative of both men and women, and had many affairs (so he kissed the girls and made them cry).

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep: This one teaches us some harsh history, as it dates back to feudal days and the institution of a harsh wool tax in England. While we say, one bag is for the master, one for the dame, and one for the little boy down the lane, in reality one-third went to the king and nobility, another third to the Church, and another third was left for everybody else.

Humpty DumptyThe Muffin Man: This one’s actually rather cheerful. In Victorian England, fresh foods were purchased from individual vendors since supermarkets did not exist. The muffin men went through the streets ringing bells to advertise their tasty wares, just like ice cream trucks do today.

Little Jack Horner: Little Jack took a plum out of a pie, but, in fact, he represents Thomas Horner, a steward who was ordered to deliver a large pie to King Henry VIII. Instead of a plum, the pie contained deeds to a number of manors, a bribe from a Catholic abbot who hoped to save his monastery from the king’s anti-Catholic retribution. The nursery rhyme refers to suspicions that the original Horner reached into the pie and helped himself to one of the deeds—which would have been quite a plum!

Yankee Doodle: While Northerners like to call themselves Yanks, or root for the Yankees, this ditty was originally an insulting way for British soldiers to make fun of the colonists during the American.The reference to sticking a feather into a cap and calling it macaroni refers to the favorite food of London dandies, which in turn came to be used as a term to denote the height of fashion. But the soldiers were implying the Americans were hicks who thought that putting a feather in their cap made them as stylish as London socialites.

Hey Diddle, Diddle: Written during the reign of Elizabeth I in England, the true meaning behind this rhyme is dark. It refers to a love triangle that prevented Elizabeth from Hey Diddle Diddlemarrying the man she loved, Robert Dudley, Earl of Essex, who was married to Amy Robsart. Although Elizabeth and Dudley flirted, and she loved him, any possible liaison between the two was thwarted when Amy was found at the bottom of a staircase with a broken neck, and there were suspicions that Elizabeth had her murdered in order to have Dudley for herself. Consequently, the two could never marry, as it would seem to confirm those scandalous suspicions. Eventually Robert fell in love with Lettice Knollys, the queen’s beautiful cousin, and they married in secret, earning Elizabeth’s wrath and leading to Robert’s banishment. So, how does this fit in with Hey Diddle Diddle? Well, Robert is the dish; Lettice the spoon; the dog represents Elizabeth’s counselor Robert Cecil; the laugh refers to Amy being pushed down the stairs preventing Elizabeth and Robert’s love to be; the cow was the queen, and the moon was forbidden love. Now there’s another history lesson for you.

Three Blind Mice: Another unpleasant history lesson can be found in this rhyme. The mice are a reference to three noblemen who adhered to the Protestant faith during the reign of Queen Mary, a staunch Catholic also known as Bloody Mary. Convicted of plotting against the queen, represented in the ditty by the farmer’s wife, the noblemen were not blinded, just burnt at the stake.

Ring Around the Rosey: I knew this had sinister connotations, but had forgotten that it refers to the bubonic plague. Symptoms of the plague were thought to  include a rose red rash in the shape of a ring on the skin. Another symptom was sneezing. So people filled their pockets with sweet smelling herbs, known as posies, because they believed bad smells helped carry the disease. Oh yes, and “we all fall down” refers to dying.

London Bridge is Falling Down: Well, this one has several theories behind it, dating all the way from the Vikings to Henry VIII. One even refers to child sacrifice. It’s also possible that it simply refers to the need to rebuild a bridge that was in bad repair.

Jack and Jill: You may not be pleased to know that this one supposedly concerns adultery. There are claims that a couple back in 1697 used to sneak up a hill in the small English village of Kilmersdon. Well, Jill got pregnant, and Jack died from falling on a rock (broke his crown), and Jill tumbled after by dying in childhood. Cheery, isn’t it? Another equally sobering interpretation refers to King Louis XVI of France, who lost his crown, and his wife, Marie Antoinette who “came tumbling after” during the French Revolution.

nursery rhymesMary, Mary, Quite Contrary: You might have seen this one coming – we are back to Bloody Queen Mary and her vendetta against Protestants. The pretty picture conjured  in this poem actually refers to instruments of torture and death—silver bells are thumbscrews; cockleshells were attached to the genitals, and maids refers to The Maiden, a device used to behead people. Oh, and that lovely garden is actually an allusion to graveyards. Ugh.

Patty Cake: This is one of my favorite clapping games with my grandson, so I was amazed that the first version of this rhyme appears in a play called “The Campaigners” written by Thomas D’Urfrey in 1698. I can’t believe how these rhymes have survived century after century, and are familiar to all of us from our own childhood. This little game next appeared in Mother Goose’s melody in 1765. It is thought that this song refers to baking in a communal oven, which was popular during the Middle Ages, and predated today’s bakeries.

This Little Piggy: Omigosh, this is Padraig’s favorite, and I hope I never have to tell him that while I’m wiggling his toes the words actually refer to the pig being slaughtered. Apparently, the piggy who went to market wasn’t on a shopping expedition. He was really going to the market to be killed. One assumes the piggy who stayed home was his widow or a piggy who wasn’t fat enough yet, while the one who ate roast beef is doing just that – being fattened for the market. The one who “ate none” is fat enough. And, the only good news involves the one who ran “wee, wee, wee” all the way home to escape the slaughter. Now I’m depressed.

Rockabye Baby: Although I’ve crooned this lullaby many times, it does always make me wonder why we have a baby falling to the ground in a cradle. I didn’t find a definitive answer. Some people think early settlers invented it to refer to how Native Americans often rocked their babies in cradles suspended from tree branches. It’s anything but soothing, however, since a baby falling out of a tree could easily be injured or killed. And yet, we sing our babies to sleep with that interesting image in our minds….

Old Mother Hubbard: This dates again from the reign of Henry VIII and refers to him as a dog seeking a bone (a divorce from Catherine of Aragon). Old Mother Hubbard is Cardinal Wolsey, who goes to the cupboard (Catholic Church) to get the bone, but the cupboard was bare (divorce denied).

So, I’m glad I skipped the rant about the state of the world today, but researching these nursery rhymes have proved to me that life has always been quite complicated.