12:30–3:30 P.M.
I attended a workshop with Bill at the Florence Library. Bill said, "I am not Dolores," and he was right —he was not —but that did not mean he was not good.
He used a different storytelling approach and made it fun.
We broke into several groups and did various activities.
One activity was" Making the Right Move."
This was an activity involving two people, A & B.
The next activity included the following: singing, mimicking, looking at one another, reading, standing back-to-back, reading while sitting, and reading while standing. We whispered the words, and we lip-read the following:
Dropkick me, sweet Jesus, over the goalpost of life!
All my ex-s live in Texas, so I live in Tennessee. It's been so lonesome in the saddle since my horse died!
Another activity we were given was to read a story and retell it to our partner.
King Solomon and Fate was the story that I had to retell to my partner. The moral of my story is that when death looks you in the face, no matter how hard you try, you cannot outrun your fate.
The story my partner retold was about a bird and a Turtle.
The bird and the turtle needed to go east for the winter, but the turtle could not fly, so the bird said," I will help u, but you must not let go of the stick.
When the two animals were in the air, flying, they looked down at their friends, and the turtle thought, "I am flying!"
So, the turtle lets go to tell his friend goodbye, and when he does, he falls to the ground.
The moral of this story is you cannot fly without wings!!!!!!
We were told to tell a story about growing up.
We split into a large group and retold our story to everyone.
One woman told me about growing up and going to a one-room school, about not getting her favorite teacher until the third grade.
Another told about growing up in Canada, how cold it was, and her father was a Canadian Soldier.
Another woman told me about family ties. How some relatives had moved up north to work but always came home for family gatherings.
She told a story about a young couple who were expecting their first child, and the child died shortly after birth.
Her relatives did not have the money to come home, but came home anyway. They packed as many as possible into their small car and drove all the way home just to find that the infant had already been buried.
I had fun and was given a certificate of attendance. Those three hours went by fast, and I would love to do it again.
