I wrote this story to focus on a local band called the Prairie Creek Ramblers. I say that the gig is at a local coffee shop, but purposely don’t say the name so that you, the reader, doesn’t focus on the fact that it’s in a coffee shop. Instead you should focus on the averageness and closeness of the venue and how this enhances the music experience. It hopefully encourages you and others to slow down and go listen to a local band. It shows you the positive aspects of supporting local bands.
A Time to Rest
The brisk wind whistles through my thin, black jacket as I rush into MoJava, a local coffee house. The warm air washes over me as the small bell rings above the door, announcing my entrance. I’m not there for the warmth though, or even the coffee. It’s currently a Friday night, and on most Fridays, this small, corner cafe invites a band to come and play for the customers.
Tonight a local bluegrass band called the Prairie Creek Ramblers is playing in the back corner. With the twang of a banjo, the deep strum of the upright bass, and the soothing melody of guitar, they fill the coffee shop with a smooth and relaxing tune. I’ve walked in on a slow song, one where the instruments play softly and the lyrics are sad and sweet. It sets the tone of the shop as I walk up to the counter to give my order. In line I cast my gaze to the other customers in the shop. Some faces I recognize from previous visits, others bear the face of a stranger, but both kinds of faces hold a serene look, reflecting the mood of the song. Conversations are held in low whispers and chairs pulled and pushed silently. The song then came to a beautiful resolution as I ordered my drink and the customers end the song with spattering applause.
After ordering, I walk to a seat near some familiar faces. One is Anita, the mother of the lead singer, a good friend of mine. She greets me loudly as I approach, and the banjo strums the beginning of the next song, this time a more upbeat and rolling tune. I return her greeting as I drape my jacket over the wobbly chair. For a short while I relax and take in the atmosphere. The ceiling is low and the floor creaky, giving me the feeling of a log cabin more than a coffee house, creating a homey feel. I can understand a person coming here to relax after a long week at college to feel as if they really had been transported back to their childhood home. But the walls are also filled with art created by local artists advertising their prices, giving the feel of an art gallery. My eye settles on a piece with a wolf howling in front of the Aurora Borealis. I wonder if I should buy it, see the price, then wonder how anyone could ever buy art at such a steep price. I’ve never been one to truly appreciate art though. I mostly enjoy the contemplative feel that develops when I look at it. These covered walls encourage a thoughtful outlook, again bringing to mind the peaceful atmosphere that this place holds.
I return to the counter to retrieve my drink carefully walking back to my seat to relax and enjoy the music. I tap my foot and absent mindedly stare into my drink while I allow my mind to wander and forget for a while.
Often in this busy world I can’t find time to slow down and relax like this. I’ve lived most of my life constantly going from one activity to the next while also trying to balance school and family. Music provides a means of escape from this, if just for a mere moment. But a blaring iPod, booming radio, or even a live concert in a large arena can’t quite match the serenity I find when I immerse myself in the live music in such a casual place, like a coffee shop. I can actually feel the hum of the instruments without having to worry about the hectic and stressful crowds of a large concert. I can sit down with a cup of coffee and enjoy pleasant conversations with those around me.
I stay seated for another few songs before the band announces that they will be taking a short break before performing another set of songs. This is another thing that I love about a local bands because I’m able to directly talk and hang out with the performers instead of being separated by a screen or security detail.
We converse and laugh for a while before they make their way back to their corner and settle in to continue playing as I settle back into my chair. I clear my mind again as the banjo starts the next flood of songs. I hum to myself some of the more familiar tunes and occasionally glance up to observe the mood around me.
Inevitably, the last song begins during which the singer invites the audience to sing along. I sing the final chorus with the band before the cafe breaks into applause. I remember the feeling of the music, but reality comes back to me as I review all the things I need to accomplish for the weekend. I attempt to catch myself, but it’s too late. The music is done and I must again return to my responsibilities, but at least for that little while I was able to clear my mind. While responsibilities are important fundamental, it’s also important to stop and relax for a while by enjoying simple pleasures like a local band.
Today, Americans are constantly saturated with commercials and slogans that tell the consumer what to buy, how to act, and how to look. They are also surrounded by the ideals that society has set for them. In the novel Brave New World, author Aldous Huxley uses his own characters and catchy slogans to show how influential advertising is in creating a uniform society with minimal creativity and an ingrained love of consumerism. This theme reflects the mindset American society today. The characters that are seen as being easily influenced by advertising, like Lenina and Henry, tend to not have much of an opinion and do not express unique creativity.
Brave New World introduces a number of characters that have grown up in a pre-packaged in a society that doesn’t allow for free thought and action. Each of these characters is literally made in a lab to be physically and mentally desirable in fulfilling certain duties. They are then conditioned with slogans that control their desires and ways of thinking. For example, Henry recites words to Lenina that “they had heard… repeated a hundred and fifty time every night for twelve years” to reinforce to themselves that “everyone is happy now”(Huxley 75). These people had been told so often that everyone was happy that it was second nature for them to believe it. This conditioning permeated every aspect of their lives to the point that they had a desirable response for nearly every possible situation. At a glance, this type of thinking might seem ridiculous and that it could only happen in a made up world, but, upon reflection, one can see that there are repeated standards that shape people in the U.S. too.
Integrated ideals for society are also found in America. While these ideals may not be repeated every night while people sleep, people still hear them constantly so that they find themselves believing that these ideals should outline the way that they think and act. Sir Ken Robinson created a TedTalk that addressed this issue of ideals, specifically when addressing what young people should want to do as an occupation when they are older. They are told that they shouldn’t focus on some things like dance and music because “they would never get a job doing that” (Robinson). Ideally children will grow up to become a lawyer, doctor, or at least an electrician if they can’t spend years in higher education. Children are restricted with what they should pursue based on what they have continually been told and what classes have been prioritized in school. While not everyone can be a dancer, not everyone should aspire for a traditional job, simply because they are conditioned into thinking that is what they should do.
Americans are also conditioned to rely on medications to the point where they may over-medicate. In his TedTalk, Sir Ken Robinson continues on his talk about education and job aspirations when he tells the story of Gillian Lynne, a now famous chorographer. As a child she was restless so her mom took her to a doctor and the doctor told the mother that she was a dancer and that she should be sent to dance school. Then he made a comical, but very true point, about how this ADHD behavior that “nowadays someone might have just given her some medication and told her to calm down” (Robinson). This is the sad truth of the American mindset and is what leads to the desire to escape from life. Medications can suppress the creative thoughts and actions of a person so that the person can more properly fit into society. While medication does have its advantages, it can be over done to the point where people look to this medication so they don’t have to face reality. This also applies to the addiction of other drugs so that people can escape from society. There is a want to suppress and escape.
Huxley addresses the problem of over-medication and drug abuse by showing how it affects the way that his characters see the world. People in his world take soma when they want to escape. Lenina does this on the reservation because she “felt entitled, after this day of queerness and horror, to a complete and absolute holiday” (Huxley 142). When Lenina wanted to forget about a day that wasn’t really terrible, it simply brought her out of her comfort zone. In order to suppress emotions instead of living in the moment she desired to escape. It is something that Americans do now and is slowly climbing to the extreme level that Huxley depicted.
Along with the issue of medication, Huxley also addresses the issue of advertising and consumerism. Slogans were a major influence on the people in Brave New World and they would often recite them when justifying their actions. For example, while conversing with another girl about clothing, Lenina recited the slogan, “Ending is better than mending” (Huxley 50). This slogan is then reinforced when the girl mentioned how she loved Lenina’s bandolier and how her own 3-month-old bandolier was “an absolute disgrace” (Huxley 51). These girls, along with everyone else, are conditioned to want to be consumers. Not only this though, but the characters are told what they should want to buy based on their class. They have learned to buy new products whenever their old ones become outdated or damaged.
America has also become a society that is constantly surrounded by advertising and slogans that convince people to regularly buy new products. America’s economy has become based on planned obsolescence, which is when new products constantly become outdated and replaced by newer models. Commercials and advertisements promote this kind of economy and are subtly found almost everywhere from the highway to cellphones. For example, new cellphone models are released while old models wear out quickly and stop receiving support from the company. People have stopped becoming angry with this though and are happy to keep buying the newest versions. It causes people to buy new products they don’t for the sake of having something new. People even look down on others when they aren’t up to date, just like Lenina with her friend.
Thus, by using characters and catchy slogans, in his novel Brave New World, Huxley shows how influential advertising is in creating a uniform society with minimal creativity and an ingrained love of consumerism that is also seen in American society. Characters that are easily influenced by these catchy slogans and other advertising don’t have their own opinion. Their creativity is stifled and most decisions they make are unknowingly made by someone else.
Individual histories are important in helping people better understand the past and make the storytellers understand that their own story is important. We must first acquire the pieces before we can create a tapestry. The more detailed the pieces, the more detailed and beautiful the tapestry.
People, especially Americans, are becoming disconnected with history.
- People are becoming disconnected with their histories and where they come from. They don’t understand how they have been impacted by their ancestors.
- “Young Americans are looking to their roots – 83 percent of 18- to 34-years-old are interested in learning their family history. Following closely are the 35- to 54-year-olds at 77 percent and Americans ages 55+ at 73 percent.
- Half of Americans know the name of only one or none of their great-grandparents.
- Twenty-two percent of Americans don’t know what either of their grandfathers do or did for a living.
- Although America is known as a nation of immigrants, 27 percent don’t know where their family lived before they came to America.
- Seventy-eight percent of Americans say they are interested in learning more about their family history.
- Fifty percent of American families have ever researched their roots (9)”.
- We must know our family pasts to fully understand ourselves. Why else would adopted children sometimes search so hard to find their real parents?
- “Our parents, grandparents, great-grandparents each possess a lifetime of incredible, unique experiences that have shaped their lives and impacted our own. It’s important we take time to better get to know our family members and to share our stories” (9).
How history impacts us today.
- In a world with so much progress and movement forward, it’s easy for people to believe that history is simply something that happened in the past and not something they need to care about now.
- This is not the case. The past helps us to understand how to solve problems.
- “It has been said that he who controls the past controls the future. Our view of history shapes the way we view the present, and therefore it dictates what answers we offer for existing problems” (1).
- The past made you who you are today.
- You learned your values from your ancestors, whether you realize it or not.
- You live the lifestyle you do because of ancestors, which has shaped you.
- There are so many people in our family tree and if we got rid of one, we wouldn’t exist today. (12)
Why it is important to teach history. (There seems to be some sort of view that people hold that they are so tiny and insignificant and that nothing they do will ever make a difference in the end. How untrue that is, I can’t even tell you.
- Students need to see themselves in history and how their family fit in somewhere in that past.
- “Elementary social studies education is important as it provides students the ability to recognize themselves as part of history, recognize and apply spatial relationships as analytical tools, empathize with other people and appreciate their activities as intelligent adaptations to time and place, and develop an understanding of continuity, change and chronology.” (11).
- “enable students to learn content and patterns found in social studies; and help children learn content through using intellectual process skills such as observation and inference” (11).
- “The teaching of only facts reduces their intellectual abilities and denies students the expressive potential inherent in their humanity” (11).
- Show students how they will impact the future (which is someone else’s past)
- “We have come to know that every individual lives, from one generation to the next, in some society; that he lives out a biography, and lives it out within some historical sequence. By the fact of this living, he contributes, however minutely, to the shaping of this society and to the course of its history, even as he is made by society and by its historical push and shove” (7 page 6).
The most effective way to bring history to life is through oral histories.
Talk about StoryCorps
- Enhanced learning
- Makes people more interested in history.
- “Although stories of past lives, communities, and events might seem intrinsically interesting, Goodlad suggested that something happens to that material on its way into the classroom. As a result, students often find the subject dry, boring, and surprisingly unconnected to their lives” (2).
- “I would argue that social history, whatever its merits, tends to flatten the narrative by focusing on groups” (2).
- Students become more aware of their history and tend to think more critically about it.
- “When students do an oral history project, they become historians and develop critical thinking skills as a result” (2).
- “Helping students to see differences in historical accounts, including oral histories, and then to frame questions about why accounts differ, fosters their abilities as critical thinkers” (6).
- “Oral history fosters empathy by encouraging students to see the world through the eyes of another” (2).
- Helping students to become conscientious students of the world.
- Makes people more interested in history.
History is dying off
- Marie Wilcox, the last of the Wukchumni people (13).
- Marie’s history dying off is pretty major, but there are people around us every day who have their own history and this history is also dying off. We don’t know what sort of information these people hold, what they offer.
- “Almost always they would say their life was boring. But asking questions, bringing out good memories and being encouraging would bring out the good things. I think they were happy to pass along what they knew (4)”
- “I was always amazed at the life each person led. I never found anyone to have led a boring life (4).”
The importance of knowing an individuals story. The value of listening and the understanding that every story matters.
- Positive effects of getting to know that person you interviewed.
- The more you get to know a generation, the more you can connect to a generation.
- After doing a project with his students involving them interviewing some elderly people the teacher found that “significant connections were made between generations” (6).
- Positive effects of the person telling their story and being listed to.
- “I always hoped that this interest in their lives would make they feel that their lives mattered. I think it did make them feel that way (4).”
- The more you get to know a generation, the more you can connect to a generation.
Why do people think that history is boring and unimportant? Why don’t people understand their place in history? Why have kids been disconnected from history? Why don’t children hold empathy for the people that lived in the past? Why has the oral tradition been lost? Why have
Instead of just focusing on how this loss of appreciation of history is effecting the current generation, also focus on how our lack of interest may be effecting the older generation.
People assume that history can only be found as recent as hundreds of years ago through people that have already died. Or maybe it can only be found in a speaker that comes to your school. The truth is, everyone has a history, and the older the person the longer the history. History does not need to be found in only major events.
I grew up listening to my grandmother tell stories. They were mostly stories from books, but from time to time she would tell a short story of my father growing up, or one from her own childhood. These stories pulled from her memory sparked my imagination and brought to life my grandma’s past. It was always so strange to think of my grandmother as young girl in a world so different from my own. Looking back I realize how important her individual history is. Individual histories are important in helping people better understand the past and make the storytellers understand that their own story is important. We must first acquire the pieces before we can create a tapestry. The more detailed the pieces, the more detailed and beautiful the tapestry. Without these pieces, it is difficult to bring the past to life, which is exactly the problem occurring in America today. People are losing their sense of importance of the past as well as the benefits that come with knowing about the past.
This lost feeling about the importance of the past is causing people to become disconnected with history and their own pasts. Ancestry.com has seen this in America with only “half of Americans [knowing] the name of only one or none of their great-grandparents” and with only “fifty percent of American families [having] ever researched their roots” (PRNewswire). These statistics also apply to the community of Lincoln. Many people are not taking the time to discover their own family histories, and the story that made them who they are today.
This ignorance of the past causes people to forget how history impacts people today, which in turn causes people to lose the benefits this knowledge of the past provides. In a world that seems to be constantly advancing and looking to the future, it’s easy for people to believe that history is simply something that happened but now has no purpose in modern society. The president and CEO of The Generations Network, Tim Sullivan, reminds us that “our parents, grandparents, great-grandparents each possess a lifetime of incredible, unique experiences that have shaped their lives and impacted our own. It’s important we take time to better get to know our family members and to share our stories” (PRNewswire). The history that people choose to teach to “children is playing a role in shaping their values and beliefs” (Crabtree). Whether their past sounds good or bad, understanding how ancestors impact people today leads to a reassessment of how a person is currently living their life.
There is also a more practical reason for people to know where they came from. Many adopted children seek to find out who their birth parents are, but it’s not always for the heartwarming reasons movies might suggest. Often times, they do this so they can find out their medical histories and discover why they might act the way that they do (Betchen). The past not only shows people where they found their values and predispositions, but their personal pasts can show them why some of them sneeze because of pollen or why some of them end up with Alzheimer’s. The physical makeup of one’s ancestor’s bodies is what makes up their own body.
Going beyond just personal histories, it is important to look at the significance of history objectively. History in general is extremely important to know and understand the past because “our view of history shapes the way we view the present, and therefore it dictates what answers we offer for existing problems” (Crabtree). History has shaped the present that has made humans inescapably intertwined with the past. It has dictated current beliefs and shaped the issues that we face in this world today. If people do not acknowledge history and what it has already taught them “we will find ourselves fabricating a past that reinforces our understanding of current problems” (Crabtree). As people become increasingly disconnected with the past, issues may become more difficult to solve because no one has a proper understanding of its past and will therefore not truly understand how to resolve it. People will only ever look for solutions that they want to solve the issue, not solutions that will actually solve the issue.
The best way for people to learn history and appreciate its importance is to start learning it at an early age in school. It’s common to hear people complaining about their history classes. They say that history is not important to learn “because it’s already happened”, a mindset that is negatively affecting my community. The improper teaching of history has brought about this mindset. Many history classrooms only teach facts and “the teaching of only facts reduces [the student’s] intellectual abilities and denies students the expressive potential inherent in their humanity” (Ohio Department of Education). While there have been schools and teachers that are working to change this mindset, the idea that history isn’t important in schools has already been engrained in the mind of the student and reinforced by the population of the internet through memes. Students have already stopped caring, so one of the greatest challenges is to convince them to start caring again.
One of the best ways to convince students to care again and begin to enforce the importance of history is to encourage the tradition of oral history. StoryCorps is an organization that is dedicated to recording the stories of people and they emphasize its importance by reminding people what is so important about history. On their about page, StoryCorps says they collect oral histories “to remind one another of our shared humanity, to strengthen and build the connections between people, to teach the value of listening, and to weave into the fabric of our culture the understanding that everyone’s story matters” (StoryCorps). It sums up why it is important for people to listen to each other’s stories. Without these stories people may begin to lose their empathy towards others and lose their place in the world. Oral histories work to enhance learning, nurture empathy and help students to become conscientious students of the world.
There are multiple ways that oral history enhances learning. First off, people become more interested in history when there is a name and face that helps them to connect to it. One would argue that the “stories of past lives, communities, and events might seem intrinsically interesting” but when people only focus on groups while teaching social history it flattens the narrative and “students find the subject dry, boring, and surprisingly unconnected to their lives” (Crocco). When students are taught through oral histories though, the individual stories do not lose anything on their way to the student and retain their intrinsically interesting appeal. This encourages students to learn history by peaking their interest and enforcing the connection of history to the student.
History also enhances learning by forcing the student to think critically. This is especially true when the students go out and collect the oral histories for themselves. In discovering multiple oral histories, students develop the skills to “frame questions about why accounts differ, fosters their abilities as critical thinkers” (Miller). Every person has a different story, and every person has an account of what they experienced during different events throughout history. When given these multiple stories, students are forced to think about the past complexly. It stops becoming a feeding of facts and becomes an interactive activity that stimulates the brain and a person’s passion for history.
Oral histories work to enhance learning, but also can be used to create empathy in a student. When listening to oral histories, students are encouraged “to see the world through the eyes of another,” therefore creating an emotional link between the student and interviewee (Crocco). With this emotional link, the student will view events with a fresh perspective that allows them to better understand the events told to them and foster an emotional connection to the past. It also helps bring the history to life for the students seeing them
Once students have reaped the benefits of using oral histories, students will then have a grown appreciation for history and they can continue to receive the benefits that learning history in the classroom provides.
So far, it has been made quite clear why it is important for people to teach and study oral history, but some people may wonder why the point of the elderly being interviewed has been emphasized. An example of why interviewing the elderly is particularly important is shown in the story of Marie Wilcox, a Wukchumni Native American. Marie grew up speaking the Wukchumni language with her grandmother family, but, until recently, she did not teach the language to anyone else. When she learned that she was the last person on earth who spoke the Wukchumni language fluently though, her urgency to teach became much greater. She began to write a dictionary, as well as create an oral version of her dictionary. She also began teaching her children and grandchildren how to speak Wukchumni so that her native language would not die off. Marie was born in 1993, so she is worried that if she does not work to teach other, her native language, as well as all the stories passed down in her language, will die off with her (Vaughan-lee). If Marie wants to pass along her language though, it will not be enough for her to make an effort, but other people will have to listen and learn from her. It is not a goal that she can finish on her own.
Marie’s story is similar to the stories of many other elderly people in America and how, without someone to listen, their stories may go forever unheard. While not everyone carries a dying language with them, every person does carry an important story with them, even if they don’t believe they do. Helen Hohbein, who recorded the stories of many elderly people while she worked in a nursing home, stated that “almost always [the elderly] would say their life was boring. But asking questions, bringing out good memories, and being encouraging would bring out the good things… I never found anyone to have led a boring life” (Hohbein). Without the encouragement to share their stories, these elderly people may not have ever shared what they had to offer to the world. Their stories and experiences would have passed on with them. In order to collect stories, it’s necessary for people to ask questions and record answers to preserve stories.
People perceive history as growing increasingly boring as the years pass, but it’s not history’s fault. People in my community are losing their sense of importance of the past as well as the benefits that come with knowing about the past. By encouraging the use of oral history and relating people to their pasts, people can connect more to history and learn from it as they should.
Author’s note: With peer comments and all here’s the draft…
The brisk wind whistles through my thin, black jacket as I rush into the local coffee house. The warm air washes over me as I open the door, and a small bell rings above the door (too repetitive), noting my entrance. I’m not there for it’s (the) warmth though, or even it’s (the) coffee. It’s (currently) a Friday night, and on most Fridays, this small, corner coffee shop invites a band to come and play for the customers.
Tonight a local bluegrass band called the Prairie Creek Ramblers is playing in the back corner. With the twang of a banjo, the deep strum of the upright bass, and the soothing melody of guitar (comma?) they fill the coffee shop with a smooth and relaxing tune. I’ve walked in on a slow song, one where the instruments play softly and the lyrics are sad and sweet. It sets the tone of the shop as I walk up to the counter to give my order. In line I cast my gaze to the other customers in the shop. Some faces I recognize from previous visits, others bear the face of a stranger, but both kinds of faces held (hold? are you trying to have a present or past tense? make sure to keep just one tense) a serene look, reflecting the mood of the song. Conversations were (are?) held in low whispers and chairs pulled and pushed silently. The song then came to a beautiful resolution as I ordered my drink and the customers ended (conclude) the song with spattering claps (applause).
After ordering (comma?) I walk to a seat near some familiar faces. One is Anita, the mother of the lead singer, a good friend of mine. She greets me loudly as I approach, and the banjo strums the beginning of the next song, this time a more upbeat and l tune (?). I return her greeting as I drape my jacket over the wobbly chair.
I go up (return to the counter) to retrieve my drink at the counter (carefully walking back) then return to my seat to relax and enjoy the music. I tap my foot and absent mindedly stare into my drink while I allow my mind to wander and forget for a while.
Often in this busy world I can’t find time to slow down and relax like this. I’ve lived most of my life constantly going from one activity to the next while also trying to balance school and family. Music provides as a means of escape from this, if just for a (mere) moment. But a blaring iPod, booming radio, or even a live concert in a large arena can’t quite match the serenity I find when I immerse myself in the live music in such a casual place, like a coffee shop. I can actually feel the hum of the instruments without having to worry about the hectic and stressful crowds of a large concert. I can sit down with a cup of coffee and enjoy pleasant conversations with those around me.
I (stay seated) sit for another few songs before the band announces that they will be taking a short break before performing another set of songs. This is another thing that I love about a local bands because you get (dead verb) a chance to directly talk and hang out with the performers instead of being separated by a screen or security detail.
We talk (converse) and laugh for a while before they make their way back to their corner and settle in to continue playing and (while) I settle back into my chair. I clear my mind again as the banjo starts the next flood of songs. I hum to myself some of the more familiar tunes and occasionally glance up to observe the mood around me.
Inevitably, the last song begins during which the singer invites the audience to sing along. I sing the final chorus with the band before the cafe breaks out in (into?) applause. I remember the feeling of the music, but reality comes back to me as I review all the things I need to accomplish for the weekend. I attempt to catch myself, but it’s too late. The music is done and I must again return to my responsibilities, but at least for that little while I was able to clear my mind. While responsibilities are important (fundamental), it’s also important to stop and relax for a while by enjoying simple pleasures like a local band.
Author’s note: With peer comments and all here’s the draft…
The brisk wind whistles through my thin (adjective – make it a cooler jacket ;)) jacket as I rush into Mojava, a local coffee house. The warm air washes over me as I open the door, and a small bell rings above the door, noting my entrance. I’m not there for it’s warmth though, or even it’s coffee. It’s a Friday night, and most Fridays this small, corner coffee shop invites a band to come and play for the customers.
Tonight just so happens to be a bluegrass band called the Prairie Creek Ramblers, who I have seen perform before. I am actually friends with the members. The twang of a banjo and the deep strum of the upright bass fill the coffee shop with a smooth and relaxing tune. I’ve walked in on a slow song, one where the instruments are subtle and the lyrics sad and sweet. It sets the tone of the shop as I walk up to the counter to give my order. As I wait I cast my gaze to the other customers in the shop. Some faces I recognize from previous visits, others bear the face of a stranger, but this doesn’t change the fact that every face in there had a peaceful (mask). Conversations were held in low whispers and chairs pulled and pushed carefully.
The song finished before the barista finished my drink, so I walked to a seat near some familiar faces. One was Anita, the mother of the lead singer, a good friend of mine. She greeted me loudly as I walked up, and the banjo strummed the beginning of the next song, a faster and louder tune this time. I returned her greeting as I draped my jacket over the wobbly chair.
I go to the counter to retrieve my drink then return to my seat to relax and enjoy the music.
Often in this busy world I can’t find time to slow down and relax like this. I’ve lived most of my life constantly going from one activity to the next while also trying to balance school and family. Music has always provided a way for me to escape from this, if just for a moment, but a loud iPod, booming radio, or even a live concert in a large arena can’t quite match the serenity I find when I immerse myself in the live music in such a casual place, like a coffee shop. I can actually feel the hum of the instruments without having to worry about the hectic and stressful crowds of a large concert. I can sit down with a cup of coffee and enjoy pleasant conversations with those around me.
I sit for another few songs before the band announces that they will be taking a short break before performing another set of songs. This is another thing that I love about a local bands because you get a chance to directly talk and hang out with the performers instead of being separated by screens or a stage
We talk and laugh for a while before they make their way back to their corner and settle in to continue playing.
2ActPlay….. ………. By Hallie Hohbein …
Harvey Jones……………………A student who is very excited to become a dystopian hero until he discovers it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Peter Melhark…………………………….A rebel who loves bread and want to lead.
Katherine Everknead…………..A strong headed rebel who also wants to lead.
Gail Thorn………………………A rebel who is always ready to encourage others.
Toby East……………………..A rebel who is afraid of nothing except his 4 fears.
Trisha Prime……………………………………….A rebel with a personality complex. Rose…………………………………………………………..A rebel disposable character
Fin…………………………………………………………..A rebel disposable character Wilbur…………………………………………………………..A rebel disposable character Annie…………………………………………………………..A rebel disposable character
Mr. Varns………………………..A male teacher in the Dippy facility who has his own ideas on how to run the facility.
Oxy Clean…………………………A female cleaner for the facility who loves her job and has a secret.
Thomas…………..A student in Harvey’s class who listens to the government.
Theresa………….A student in Harvey’s class who listens to the government.
Ava……………………………………………………………A student disposable character. Sonya………………………………………………………..A student disposable character. Brenda………………………………………………………A student disposable character. Chuck………………………………………………………..A student disposable character. Winston…………………………………………………….A student disposable character. Newt………………………………………………………….A student disposable character.
President Snoin…………President of the Dippy facility and a total neat freak. Jeanine……………………..A strong headed government official. Vice president
to President Snoin
Veronica……………A government official who is quiet and intelligent looking.
Vladimir…………………..A government official with lots of ideas that no one will listen to.
Roxie……………………………………….A government official who love brute force.
Guard 1………………………………………A well trained guard at the Dippy Facility Guard 2………………………………………A well trained guard at the Dippy Facility Guard 3………………………………………A well trained guard at the Dippy Facility Guard 4………………………………………A well trained guard at the Dippy Facility
Scene: There is a school classroom. The only colors that are used are black, gray, and white. There are about 12 or so students, all wearing gray that are all looking straight ahead at a teacher standing at the front of the room who is lecturing. Everyone has both hands folded on their desks and are very still. There is a drawing on the board of a person giving a sheet of paper to another person who wasn’t really paying attention. Harvey is sitting in the back of the room tapping his finger on the side of his leg. He is sitting slightly away from everyone else.
Opening: As the curtain opens the teacher is lecturing loudly to a room full of students. He is talking about the laws of the land that they are forced to follow. Harvey is tapping the side of his leg rhythmically but silently. The focus is on Harvey with a spotlight but all the other lights are still up. All the other students are staring blankly ahead.
…Because of this, we have been made into the greatest unity of people ever in history. The times before this were terrible and people were allowed to do whatever they wanted, like buy eggs without the permission from the
[students gasp and recoil a little bit. A few look away in disbelief] [HARVEY rolls his eyes a little bit]
[raises hand and is called on]
You mean people didn’t have their own food shopping advisor?
Not only that, but they went to shop for their own clothes and had… choice.
[Students gasp a little louder and mutter a little bit. They look away from the teacher. HARVEY looks with some excitement towards the front of the room.]
[students quickly become silent and resume the position of hands on desk and face straight forward. Harvey resumes a bored face.]
I had heard much about the book Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Lewis Steveson, so when I purchased it, I thought I was fairly certain on what I was getting into. It was published in 1886, so I was expecting older language, which is what I got, but I was also expecting a fairly straightforward story. I did not expect such a dark plot line to emerge, but that fact made the story even more fascinating.
The story is told from the perspective of Gabriel Utterson, a lawyer and dear friend to Dr. Jekyll. Mr. Utterson also openly despises the character Mr. Hyde whom Dr. Jekyll seems to have close relations with. Mr. Utterson makes it very clear that he does not approve of Dr. Jekyll associating so closely with Mr. Hyde, but as the story unfolds with a series of dark twists it is made clearer to Mr. Utterson why their relationship is so close.
The reader takes the perspective of Mr. Utterson, so as he discovers the truth behind the relationship of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the reader is also discovering with him. This allows the reader to make their own guesses as to what the uncovered clues mean. I’ve described it as a sort of mystery story, which it is in a way, but the story also focuses on human nature. Dr. Hyde states in a l letter that “when I reached the years of reflection, and began to look round me, and take stock of my progress and position in the world, I stood already committed to a profound duplicity of life. (p. 40)” It causes the reader to think about their own position in life and how they either foster or restrain the sort of monster within them.
While being a short story, it makes a number of large profound statements. While the language makes it hard to follow sometimes, the author makes it fairly clear what he is inferring about the nature of man.
“I can’t remember. I just can’t remember”
Those are the words that I heard over and over from a woman at the Gateway Vista, a nursing home near my school. My entire soccer team was there for a volunteer event. We were given an option to either sing with some of the residents in a sing-a-long, or were given the chance to visit the rooms of some of the residents so that we could chat with them.
I chose to talk with people because I have always loved listening to people’s personal stories so that I can look through their eyes into the lives they used to live. So one of the nurses led us down the hall and would knock on each door, asking if the resident wanted someone to talk to for a little while. The whitewashed walls and paintings of flowers were dull, but many of the doors were open, giving me a peek into the lives of these many residents.
It reminded me of when I was younger and would often take visits to go see my great-grandma Hati. As a child, the silence of the nursing home reminded me of a library, so I made sure that I would never talk when going down the hallway. I loved reading and I loved libraries, so the thought helped me to enjoy the visit a little more. Little did I realize that I almost was walking through a library with all the many stories that were contained within those walls. But at the time, it was just a thought that would help get me through the long visit where I would always have to do so much standing. At least there was always little mint candies for me to snack on after I had said my hellos and answered the obligatory questions. “How’s school going? Are you enjoying soccer?” Then my parents would take over the conversation before we exchanged some hugs and left again through the whitewashed halls with paintings of flowers. It wouldn’t be long until I no longer needed to walk those halls…
“She would like to talk”
I snapped back to reality as the nurse looks at me expectantly.
“You can go in”
I slid inside the door to see an old woman smiling at me. I said hello and she greeted me back and offered me a seat. There weren’t any chairs besides the one she was sitting in, but she offered me her wheelchair. I sat down and smiled at her as she continued to smile my way.
I was nervous and wasn’t really sure what to say. I hadn’t thought that far ahead, so with a searching mind I asked in a stuttering voice, “What’s your name?” She responded then I responded with my own name. I feel particularly proud of my name because I am named after my great-grandma Hallie. I never met her, but I always felt as if I held some sort of connection with her because we share the same name.
I then continued to ask the woman other questions about how her week is going, what she ate today. I then remembered having a conversation with my own grandma who said that asking about an elderly person’s childhood is a great way to make them talk because they often remember their childhood very well.
“What were you like as a little girl?”
“Uh… well I used to love to play.”
“What did you like to play?” I prodded.
“Why, I don’t really remember”
The response surprised me a bit, and for a while I wasn’t sure what to say.
“Where did you grow up?” I stammered out.
“Nebraska. Somewhere in Nebraska… oh I just can’t remember.”
I went on like this for a while, asking questions and receiving vague responses followed by a, “I can’t remember”. It was still interesting to listen what she could tell me, but there was much of the story left out. She couldn’t even remember where all of her children lived. I worked to find the perfect question that would suddenly unlock some sort of flood of memories, but it never came. After asking about a husband though, she did inform me that he had left after they had their third child. She worked as a single mother and as a teacher. I was impressed and told her that she must be a very strong woman. “Yes, yes I would say that I am,” she beamed.
Despite her inability to remember much of her past, she was still very witty and full of life, and I enjoyed talking with her. By the end of our conversation, I was sad to leave. I gave her a hug and we exchanged our goodbyes before I walked out the door.
I remembered my great-grandma Eunice as I strolled down the hallway to the exit. The woman I just spoke to reminded me so much of her. They had the same sort of fiery spirit that suggests that they have never been one to be pushed around by another. I recall visiting my grandma Eunice in the hospital not long ago after she had a surgery. It was a fairly minor surgery, but her frail frame required plenty of rest to recover. Despite her body’s complaining though, she was not about to let herself be bound to a hospital bed for a few days. She insisted on leaving the hospital and refused to take her medicine until she was allowed to go home. This rebellion was dangerous for her health, but I still couldn’t help but chuckle when I was told about her refusal. It was so like her to do that.
My grandma is still full of life, but just like the woman at the nursing home, her memory is going. That doesn’t mean, however, that her life has become suddenly terrible. I think about my own future often. I wonder how I will act, what I will enjoy doing, what memories I will hold, what memories I will have lost. This unknown future sounds as if it should be terrifying, but the more I look upon the lives of the elderly, the less I fear it. I am reminded of their library of memories and their strong personalities. I am reminded of their humanity, as well as my own, and it makes me excitedly anticipate my life ahead.
We walk out the front door of the nursing home and I quickly glance back. I had almost forgotten this was a volunteer event. I grin to myself as I walk back to my car, cherishing all the memories that today had presented me with, both new and old.
But what was the name of the woman who stirred up so much memory? I asked for it at the beginning of our conversation…
I can’t remember. I just can’t remember.