Jesus Christ Superstar - First Waterworks production that really impressed

I have been in love with the theatre for as long as I can remember. The first experiences involved Christmas pantomimes every year in the UK. As a youth I was blessed to live close to the Cumbernauld Theatre which is known in the UK for excellence while still being a community effort. As well as being able to attend some great productions I participated in youth workshops and learned a lot while having a great time.

Glasgow has a rich heritage of theatre and during my student years I saw a wealth of different productions from the very avante garde to the more traditional. Some productions left me and my friends wondering what we had just seen. I remember one particular production of “Macbeth” which came complete with a rubbery, blood spurting heart but little else and left us scratching our heads. On the other hand there was the joy of seeing a lavish production of “Lady Windermere’s Fan” which introduced me to the wit of Oscar Wilde. I remember my sides being sore from laughing after watching Elaine C. Smith take on the title role in Willy Russell’s “Shirley Valentine”. When I moved to Newcastle I was privileged to see both the Royal Shakespeare Company and the 20th anniversary touring production of “Rocky Horror Picture Show”.

Then I moved to Farmville, Virginia.

At first I thought it wouldn’t seem so far to go to Richmond or Charlottesville but we started a business and it got hard to venture too far from home. Then my friend Stephanie got involved with the local community theatre group, the Waterworks Players. Lon and I went to a few shows and were amazed to see what they could pull off with such little resources. I started by helping develop the website and taking photographs of the shows. A few years later I was asked to join the board, which I did, but having just become a Mum I couldn’t become involved with actual show production. I continued doing as much as I could while still being amazed at what they managed to do and thankful to be able to attend the productions.

Steel Magnolias - My first stage managing gig

As Sean got older I decided to try my hand behind the scenes with some stage managing and sound. It was so much fun being involved with the shows on this level. I never believed I would ever have the guts to actually get on stage but was happy to be involved at my current level. Then 2 years ago we put on a staged reading of a show by Longwood Professor Brett Hursey. The cast still needed another female so I decide to give it a shot. I figured this would be an easy introduction since I didn’t need to learn the lines. I didn’t realize it would be so much fun and was surprised to find I didn’t get stage fright.

Community theatre does get a bad rap being mocked by most of the rest of the theatrical community. There was a really good article about this recently, “Theatre The Theatre Community Disdains” by Howard Sherman and it was great to see this article standing up for the community theatre world. What Mr. Sherman says is very true about community theatre groups and what they have to offer, but there is so much more to be gained being involved with your local community theatre group. My theatre family here in Farmville has become even more of a blessing in the past year. Along with friends and relatives, my theatre family has been there for me especially during the course of this particularly hard past year. Being involved with the shows kept me busy but I also knew I was surrounded by people who understood those moments when it was all a bit too much.

If you have any interest or curiosity I would urge you to seek out your nearest community theatre and give it a try. If you are here in Farmville or the surrounding area come join us at the Waterworks! We are always happy to have new faces. You don’t need prior experience just a willingness to dive in and learn while working alongside a great team of people.

Update 3/15/2012
Just after I posted this blog entry my step-daughter contacted me to say she was thinking about trying out for 9 to 5 at her local theatre. I encouraged her to go for it and was thrilled to hear she did audition!

Update 3/16/2012
So proud of Michelle for being cast as Doralee in 9 to 5. I knew she could do it! Now we have to plan a road-trip to Tennessee in May

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“Blackbird” by The Beatles has been running through my head a lot this week. I’ve been struggling with living up to the eulogy I gave for Jon-Marc and I’m disappointed in myself. This may be somewhat unreasonable. It has only been three months and that’s a short time to expect to have scaled any mountains. Still, I feel like I’m not even scaling any grassy knolls at the moment.

I usually tend towards being a very positive person. I’m the eternal optimist with bucket loads of hope to spare. I’m having a hard time reconnecting with that part of me since it experienced its biggest let down ever. The cancer diagnosis came nearly a year ago. I know because I was scrambling to get the VCA grant together for the Waterworks Players before the March 1st deadline when I got the dreadful news. That deadline has come around again and brought a harsh reminder of what happened last year. At the time I was sad and concerned but full of hope and sure that it wouldn’t be as bad as we thought. Over the course of last year I clung desperately to that hope remaining fully optimistic that I would get to celebrate Christmas 2011 with Jon-Marc. Right up until the week before he died my hope was strong enough to believe that was still the case. When Jon-Marc died my hope died.

Now I’m trying to learn how to hope again.

All of my family has a strong connection to music. All of the siblings in my family can tell you pieces of music that mark moments in our lives or relate to you our favorite concert experiences. Listening to music has become difficult for us. So many of those memories are tied to Jon-Marc, our shared experiences and shared loves with him.

This week a glimmer of hope returned. I was introduced to a new Scottish band by a colleague and for the first time in what feels like a long time I needed to hear more. I downloaded the album in Spotify and have been playing it over and over. I realized I hadn’t fired up Spotify in a longtime and found myself rediscovering my playlists. I even made sure I had checked through all of Jon-Marc’s playlists for any forgotten gems.

I did poke the pain a little too hard listening to Hoppipolla by Sigur Ros. It was too soon. Jon-Marc introduced me to Sigur Ros and Hoppipolla was played at the end of his memorial service. I hope to be able to listen to that track again eventually. It’s too beautiful to not be heard but not yet. More time needs to pass.

So I am trying to learn to fly again as I did before. When I am described in the future I don’t want people to say her brother died relatively young and she just never got over it. I want there to be many more achievements and moments to savor. If you want to check them out for yourself the band I was introduced to is called Kassidy and funnily enough their album is called Hope St.

• Kassidy – Hope St. http://open.spotify.com/album/15G9EI1s90uW7MDsKO2rtG
• Sigur Ros – Hoppipolla http://open.spotify.com/track/5aeOGhj2iX36PHsjM8QlXv

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It’s been three months now since Jon-Marc died. <cliché>I still can’t believe he’s gone.</cliché> I keep waiting to see him tweet, update on Facebook, or pop on to Skype for a chat. The way that social media has connected many of us more tightly than ever before has been both the most wonderful and most terrible parts of this grief.

Not long after he died I got a notification that Jon-Marc Creaney had joined a group on LinkedIn. My heart leapt! I can’t explain how it happened. It may have been the group admin had just accepted Jon-Marc’s request to join. I’ll never know but for almost a whole minute I was convinced he was right there and was never gone and then I remembered again. That’s the hard part. I bring up Skype and he still there on my contact list but it never lights up to show me he is online and ready to chat. I’m still following him on Twitter but he doesn’t tweet any more. We are still friends on Facebook but he hasn’t updated his status since November 1st, a link to his last blog post. Every now and again someone posts something about him or tags him in a photograph and his name shows up in my timeline. Once again my heart leaps but then crashes to the ground with a painful thud.

But that’s the downside.

There’s an upside … a wonderful upside.

When I miss him I can visit with him again through his photography on Flickr, his blog posts, and the parts of his life that were recorded in posts to Twitter and Facebook. I can revisit our conversations on Skype and other instant message services used over the years. I have a whole segment of his life recorded to keep with me and revisit again and again as I need it. Right now it can be very painful and I question why I do it to myself. I hope with time it will become easier and I will be able to savor the joy it brings and feel the pain less. For all the pain it brings I feel so blessed to have these snapshots of my brother that have only come in this day and age.

It has also been an immense comfort to communicate with friends and family sharing our grief and sharing the joy it is to have known Jon-Marc. I’ve lived many miles away for 17 years now and missed getting to know the friends Jon-Marc made during that time. It surprised me but in the last few years Jon-Marc became very active online and the miles between us melted away. He was the least tech-savvy of my brothers and so was the last I thought would have become so connected. Despite that connection you don’t get to know the other people in a person’s life.

After Jon-Marc died  there was an outpouring of messages in various places online. Memories and thoughts on the influence Jon-Marc had in each of our lives were shared. Going forward there are now new connections with people who shared his life and held him dear.

I hear many complaints about people who overshare online and I understand that it can become too much. I hope I don’t overshare too much but I do like being able to go back over the last few years and relive moments and events. I have an invaluable record of my child growing up through various venues over the years: LiveJournal, a blog, Facebook, Google+, etc. These things we share online are providing a great source for friends, family, and others to know and stay connected to us. Even on past your death there is a now record you were here in a new and valuable way.

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Mum decided to buy Dad a nicer printer for his Christmas present. We visited a few local stores including Tesco in Cumbernauld and noted down the printers available. I then researched and read reviews and we decided on a Canon we saw in the aforementioned Tesco. A few days later we headed back to purchase the printer but they only had the display model left and were not willing to sell it. The assistant was very nice and offered to order one but could not guarantee it would be in time for Christmas. The assistant very kindly called the Coatbridge store and we were told they had 5 in stock right now so we headed off immediately to Coatbridge. In the Cumbernauld store the printer was £99.97 but in the Coatbridge store it was £119.97. In her own words my mother was “bealing!” For those not familiar with the Scottish vernacular she was very pissed off.

We looked for an assistant and pointed out the price discrepancy between the stores. This is where I was astonished at the service level. Back home in the USA, WalMart’s advertising campaign for the holidays was to make WalMart your only stop for present shopping. They guaranteed if you found your purchase at ANY store cheaper they would refund the difference. That’s right, not just finding it at another WalMart store but ANY store. Given the effort seen by the stores back in the US I was sure the assistant in the Coatbridge store would make this right for my Mum. Instead he shrugged his shoulders and said there was nothing he could do. He didn’t even put on an apologetic demeanor for the trouble we had gone to coming from the other store. The only thing he gave us was an air of “I don’t give a damn!” Mum asked to speak to the manager but was told he was not available. We insisted there must be someone else in charge so a duty manager was called. It was immediately obvious that she was just there to hear the complaint and continue to be shruggingly dismissive. Again Mum asked about the manager and this time was told he was there but the duty manager doubted she would be able to get a hold of him. She did call but reported that she could not get an answer from him.

We refused to give Tesco the trade, especially at the higher price, and decided to look around at the other stores in the same mall. The first store we tried, Currys just across the car park, had the very same printer at the cheaper price we had seen in the Cumbernauld Tesco store. Thankfully the Christmas present was handled!

That evening Mum emailed Tesco to report the terrible service and situation and is still waiting for a reply. That was on December 23rd and I am writing this on December 27th. I tried tweeting @UKTesco the next day and received a quicker response.

@UKTesco Dreadful service in Coatbridge store after being sent by Cumbernauld where printer was out of stock. £20 more in Coatbridge.

The response wasn’t terribly satisfying.

@docmjs Hi, really sorry to hear this, each store can set their own promotions. I’m sorry that it was more expensive in our Coatbridge store.

There is at least an apology but after the service I have been used to back in the USA I found it hard to wrap my head around how little they seemed to care about how this looked. I expect to have to shop around between different companies and find different prices but not being able to rely on the fact I am paying the same price within the same company no matter the store doesn’t exactly instill faith. The stores are only 15 miles apart so there are no excuses for the prices being different. I work in a PR department myself on the tech side of things including handling social media. We take every such tweet seriously and investigate and respond with great care. I understand the need to build trust in your brand, especially in the social media channels.

I responded to indicate how this made me feel about the Tesco brand now.

@UKTesco That’s a terrible way to do things. It instills no trust in your brand. Staff handled it dreadfully. I will be blogging about it.

@docmjs I’m really sorry to hear you feel that way. Most promotions are the same but some stores can opt out I’ll be feeding this back.

At least the offer was now added to feed the concerns back. Hopefully that will happen and it is not just empty wording to placate a tweeter. Every little does help so hopeful this little word of warning about trusting the big brand UK stores will help someone else ensure they are getting the best price and service.

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One of my favorite movie moments is Hugh Grant’s monologue at the end of “Love Actually.” I think about it at this time of year and every time I am at an airport. In the movie real life scenes from the arrivals gate at Heathrow play out as Hugh delivers these wonderful words.

“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world. I think about the arrival gate at Heathrow Airport. General studies make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it is not particularly dignified or newsworthy, it’s always there: fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were of hate or revenge. They were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling that you’ll find that love actually is all around.”

I find it hard not to get a bit misty eyed. My emotions are very easily manipulated by movie makers but in this case the sentiment seems very simple and genuine. It doesn’t feel like the usual contrived attempt to turn me into a blubbering heap on the sofa.

Travelling back to Scotland to spend Christmas with my family it kept coming back to me. It popped into mind as we created one of those scenes ourselves at Glasgow airport. I thought about it even more as we wandered through Newark airport to make the connecting flight. As we wandered through Terminal C it was incredible to see so many people headed to so many different locations on that one evening of the year.

I looked at faces as they passed and wondered about their story. Who? What? Where? When? Why? It’s overwhelming when you realize just how many people are at that one airport at any point in time passing through on their way to something else. It made me think of another quote, this time from Douglas Adams in his book The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.

“Space,” it says, “is big. Really big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts to space, listen…”

Forget space, this world is mindbogglingly big and full of people! Many of the people at Newark were headed to a similar arrival gate scene, especially at this time of year. Newark is just one of so many airports operating that same evening. It’s easy to get bogged down in the bad of our world but as the movie puts it so well “I’ve got a sneaking suspicion love actually is all around.”

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Christmas Eve 1973 in Hozier Street with Stephen and Jon-Marc

I love this time of year, it truly is the most wonderful of time of the year. From the beginning of September until the end of the year is my favorite season. The weather is more conducive to my Scottish blood and all the best holidays happen now. As soon as I feel that first inkling of a nip in the air I get more of a spring in my step.

This year the Christmas season will be one of the hardest but also one of the most joyful I will experience. It will be the first without my beloved brother who passed away on November 6th. I had planned to return to Scotland and spend the time with him and the rest of my family but the cancer was too agressive and he didn’t make it. Instead I will be returning to spend my first Christmas in Scotland since I married back in 1994. It will be my son Sean’s first Christmas and New Year in Scotland and it will be the first where my parents have all of the grandchildren together. How can that not be wonderful? We will be sad and remember but make new memories to take forward.

What does all this have to do with the title of my blog post I hear you ask? I’ve had a building concern over the past few years with what I am hearing around me regarding the wishing of “Merry Christmas” to others at this time of year. With the great sadness I have just experienced but also with the memory of my brother’s lust for life and the great intentions he always had for those around him it concerns me more than ever. I think everyone needs to just stop, count to 10, take a deep breath and GET OVER THEMSELVES

A friend of mine posted a story from the Huffington Post on Facebook which I feel says it all better than I ever could – “Non-Existent ‘War On Christmas’ Is Apparently Being Won By The People Who Invented It”

Visit to Goldberg's Santa Claus in Glasgow with Hugh Vincent, Jon-Marc, and Stephen

All I can say is the people who are acting in the way described by this article are doing more harm to Christianity than anything else. A good Christian is supposed to lead by example. The way a good Christian conducts his or her life should cause others to say I want to be like him or her. The Christians described in the article are turning the words Merry Christmas into a weapon instead of a heartfelt wish of good tidings to all. What REALLY matters is the intention behind someone’s words. What ever wording a person uses to wish you glad tidings, be it Happy Hannkah, Merry Christmas, Joyous Kwanzaa, or a greeting related to any of the many holidays that occur at this time of year, think about what is behind that greeting. All that person wants to do is wish you well. If you get angry and say the words Merry Christmas back at them in an act of defiance think about what you are really doing. Is that really the reason for the season?

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I don’t remember my first pantomime. The early years have bundled together in a single memory of fun nights out filled with laughter, song, romance, and choc ices. A choc ice is the generic British term for something like a Klondike bar and a choc ice at the intermission was an essential part of the experience when I was a child.

Jack & the Beanstalk, my first time on stage in Panto

It wasn’t really Christmas without at least one trip to the Panto. Often there were more as we went with our class from school, brownie/girl guide (scout) troop, family, and friends. It was always a magical evening as the tale was told on stage along with terrible jokes, yelling at the characters on stage, and various demonstrations of theatrical magic. This was how I fell in love with theatre and I remain in love to this day with the spectacle that can take place on a stage and carry you away with its magic.

I moved to the USA 17 years ago and didn’t realize just how many cultural differences there would be with which I would have to contend. It didn’t strike me that I was leaving behind my beloved pantomimes. Even as I grew older I took my younger cousins or the children I babysat as a special treat. As much a treat for me as it was for them. It wasn’t too bad until I had a child of mine and realized he would grow up without the magic of pantomime.

Playing the Evil Giant's Wife I Got l Lots of Boos!

One day, while out working at the Waterworks Theatre, with Dudley Sauve and Bea Oyler I decided to ask if they knew anything about pantomimes. Dudley’s initial reaction was horror as he imagined I was asking about mimes, those creepy characters that lurk in city parks and harass passers by with lame tricks. I tried to explain but when you grow up with something that has so many traditions and customs it can be hard to explain. Even harder when it comes to mentioning things like cross dressing dames and principal boys. They were intrigued and with further urging from Bea the idea was pursued further. I brought a DVD to try and give the Waterworks Players board a taste of this uniquely British theatrical tradition. Thankfully they were with me and we decided to try and stage one that year.

That first year we took on Puss in Boots and it was a great success. Since then the show has gone from strength to strength becoming a part of Farmville’s holiday traditions almost as much as it is for the British. For me it has been a gift as my child has grown up knowing about Pantomime and the traditions that go along with it. This year my son will get to attend his first British pantomime but the Farmville Waterworks Players pantomimes will always be the most special to us.

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I am blessed to have three amazing brothers that I love dearly. We couldn’t have wished for a better childhood with two wonderful parents. As children our imaginations ran wild as we played and grew together sharing many precious memories. I think I speak for everyone in my family when I say it now feels like a part of us is missing.

Jon-Marc and Me on My Undergraduate Graduation Day

It’s a testament to the incredible man Jon-Marc was to see the outpouring of messages both during his illness and over this past week. We are incredibly grateful to each and everyone of you for being a part of his life and for celebrating his life as you have.

Jon-Marc lived life to the fullest. I’ve met few other people who knew how to enjoy themselves to the fullest, experience life to the max, and live in the moment when that moment was there to be savored. When asked to picture pure joy I think of Jon-Marc on the dancefloor especially if the Stone Roses was the track being played. I see him arms outstretched, not caring what anyone else thought and taking the greatest pleasure in that moment.

Jon-Marc climbed mountains both literally and figuratively. I intend to keep climbing mountains in my own way for him and I hope each of you will do the same and when you do take pause to think of Jon-Marc with that wonderful big grin on his face.

One of my Favorite Recent Photographs of Jon-Marc

A friend of mine recently lost someone very close to her. She posted the following passage by Dawna Markova on Facebook on Friday and it struck me as so appropriate for Jon-Marc so I want to close with it.

I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.

So long and thanks for everything dear brother xox

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I was LMAO watching a Wal-Mart ad on television last night as they displayed happy shoppers and happy staff loading groceries in reusable bags. I want to know where that Wal-Mart is located so I can shop there.

Growing up in the UK loading your own groceries into your own bags was the norm. If you needed a carrier bag it cost you. My Mum brought our bags and she had me trained to group everything together as it came out of the cart. That way she could pack the bags efficiently as they came through the line. It took me a while to let the cashiers pack my groceries when I came to the States. It felt wrong to stand there and let someone else do all the work but when I forgot and started to pack my bags I got the strangest looks.

If this move towards sustainability is to work the supermarket chains need to educate their staff as well as the shoppers. As long as the staff react so badly shoppers are going to be deterred from bringing their bags. First step is for the cashier to give the shopper a chance to use their bags instead of launching straight into their trained routine of grab, scan, bag. Then there needs to either be an allowance to let the shopper pack their bags or train the check out staff how to do it properly. With plastic bags the check out staff got used to throwing 2-3 items in one bag pulling it and starting another. Again Wal-Mart is the worst offender here. I’ve gone home with a ridiculous number of bags for the amount of groceries I bought. With reusable bags you can get a LOT more into each bag. Unloading my car is a lot quicker with properly packed reusable bags!

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Can someone explain to me exactly what the danger is to our future by being a bit more careful with the resources provided to us by this planet? Just what damage are we going to do by making sure that we are not polluting the landscape and killing off entire species? It doesn’t have to be grand gestures. Personally, I just try not to be wasteful and take little steps to be a bit more sustainable. Whether or not global warming is actually happening at this time, doesn’t it just make sense to try and live a more sustainable life?

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