I'm not sure much more could have been packed into one weekend, but Springfield and the surrounding area tried. And though there were many other things going on the ones I was involved in were the Springfield Area Highland Games (http://www.central-illinois-celts.org/), and the Clayville Spring Festival (http://clayville.org/home).
With the Games I balance being chair of the Heritage Area and storytelling, but once set up was completed, and Iain Thompson completed his "Introduction to Gaelic," I settled in for some tales.
I put up the "Storyteller is In" sign, and gratefully moved my chair into the tent's shade - for the day (despite ominous weather warnings) was sunny, hot, and windy.
The ebb and flow of visitors offered a fascinating array of individuals.
One couple stayed after a "Introduction to Gaelic" class, and to them I told an Orkney tale about "The Storm Witch." This is a tale of a young woman, named Janet, who was caught in the 17th century witch craze, and was rescued rather dramatically by her lover. It was my first time telling it in public, and I was satisfied it flowed well.
Though I had a moment or two wondering how my audience received it as the lady sat silent.
Finally she said, "My name is Janet." Then she smiled a little, and said, "I wonder where that took place - I got to visit the Orkney Islands once."
After that she told us about what all one should see if visiting.
Along the way I told the Irish tales, "The King Who Was a Gentleman" and "The Wolf's Story."
Of course "Tamlin" was a favorite.
The audience ranged from young to elders, and all in between, and at the end of one tale a gentleman said, "You are the first storyteller I have ever heard, though I have been interested in it for a long time."
So he and his wife told me a little of his days as a pastor, and how they were researching which storytelling festivals to go to. I was able to recommend the going to the Illinois Storytelling website (http://www.storytelling.org/) for their calendar.
It's an interesting feeling to learn that you are the first of your art that an individual has heard, and you hope you represented the art form well.
And when 4 came around my friend, Amanda, and I packed up and headed wearily, though pleased, to our respective homes.
For we both knew we needed rest for Clayville the next day, since we're both involved in both festivals.
The weather was still holding, though the reports remained ominous, and with less to haul we headed out.
I was offered a place in the Broadwell Tavern, which was very pleasant with both doors open to provide a breeze. A fact that was very welcome as I was in my full civil war era gown.
My first audience was a lad about 4 years old, named Otto, and his parents; they stopped to listen to "The Two Foxes."
As folks came to see the Inn they stopped to listen.
As one lady approached she exclaimed, "I knew it was you! I recognized your voice!"
It turns out that she had retired several years ago from Horace Mann, and remembered me from when I performed at the Horace Mann's United Way Talent Show.
She remained for a story.
Others stopped for "Jack and the Gower." (Including another lady from Horace Mann who remembered me from the Talent Show).
And to keep us from being bored the members of the 10th Illinois Volunteer Cavalry (http://www.10thillinoisvolcavalry.com/) changed to cowboy garb, and offered many an entertaining shoot-out. Oft using the Inn as a staging point.
But the thunder rumbling overhead put lie to the sound of their blanks, and soon everyone was squeezing into all available buildings.
If buildings have memories I am sure the Broadwell Inn had a sense of deja vu - for once again the Inn sheltered mothers comforting babes, bored children seeking entertainment or comfort, and equally bored men standing at the doors watching the deluge. How many times did the Inn have such crowd during its stagecoach days?
And from the crowd came little Otto, and who found me watching the rain too.
Who looked up at me and said, "Could you please come and tell us all a story?"
So while the thunder broke overhead and told him, "Michael and Friendly Leprechaun."
I am a Springfield, IL based storyteller with a fascination for how folklore travels, and for history.