April 18, 2010
Well, we just had the best Birthday Party program yesterday! The most delightful group of kids, with parents, came and celebrated our first year of programs back at the Lester Public Library in Two Rivers, WI.
The stories we interpreted included BEAR'S SURPRISE PARTY, by Joan Bowden; THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS, by Thomas McGrath; MOIRA'S BIRTHDAY, by Robert Munsch; SOMEONE, by John Ciardi; and A BIRTHDAY IS A MAGIC DAY, by Dean Walley. The readers who made these stories come alive need special thanks: DAMON CATTANI, DIANE HANSEN (who also directed), PHIL KINZEL, CLARAN LAVIOLETTE, and MARY MELLBERG.
And extra thanks go to TERRI EHLE and her staff for providing delicious cupcakes and colorful balloons to make our party special! Without their support, we wouldn't be able to share the joy of reading with kids! Hopefully, I'll have some pictures of this program to post on this blog.
Next month, our program will be directed by Jim Miller. Keep tuned in for further updates.
Wishing you a marvelous spring........YEAH.......the blossoms are finally poking their heads out here in northeastern Wisconsin!
Sally Semmes
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Hatrack Storytellers was formed in 1967 to present programs in a Readers' Theatre for children style.
Readers' Theatre is called "Theatre of the Mind" because the audience has to provide the images for themselves. A goup of trained interpreters (readers) consisting of both adult and children, take a story off the printed page and into the realms of sound and reaction.
The Hats are a visible symbol of the goals of Readers' Theatre - stimulatin imaginations, identifying multiple characters, and representing the fun that comes from reading!
There are no space limitations - as long as the hat rack, readers, and audience are one.
We focus on children, joy of reading, growth in imagination, audience participation, and FUN!
Sally Semmes, President
Readers' Theatre is called "Theatre of the Mind" because the audience has to provide the images for themselves. A goup of trained interpreters (readers) consisting of both adult and children, take a story off the printed page and into the realms of sound and reaction.
The Hats are a visible symbol of the goals of Readers' Theatre - stimulatin imaginations, identifying multiple characters, and representing the fun that comes from reading!
There are no space limitations - as long as the hat rack, readers, and audience are one.
We focus on children, joy of reading, growth in imagination, audience participation, and FUN!
Sally Semmes, President
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First Reader by Billy Collins
I can see them standing politely on the wide pages that I was learning to turn.
Jane in a blue jumper, Dick with his crayon brown hair, playing with a ball or exploring tho cosmos of the backyard,
unaware they are the first characters - the boy and girl who begin fiction.
Beyond the simple illustration of their neighborhood the other protagonists were waiting in a huddle -
Frightening Heathcliff, frightened Pip, Nick Adams carrying a fishing rod, Emma Bovary riding into Rouen.
But I would read about the perfect boy and his sister even before I would read about Adam and Eve, garden and gate, and before I heard the name Gutenberg; the type of their simple talk was moving into my focusing eyes.
It was always Saturday and he and she were always pointing at something and shouting, "Look!"
Pointing at the dog, the bicycle, or at their father as he pushed a hand mower over the lawn, waving at the aproned mother framed in the kitchen doorway, pointing toward the sky, pointing at each other.
They wanted us to look but we had looked already
And seen the shaded lawn, the wagon, the postman.
We had seen the dog, walked and watered, and fed the animal,
and now it was time the discover the infinite, clicking
Permutations of the alphabet's small and capital letters.
Alphabetical ourselves in the rows of classroom desks,
We are forgetting how to look and learning how to read.
Jane in a blue jumper, Dick with his crayon brown hair, playing with a ball or exploring tho cosmos of the backyard,
unaware they are the first characters - the boy and girl who begin fiction.
Beyond the simple illustration of their neighborhood the other protagonists were waiting in a huddle -
Frightening Heathcliff, frightened Pip, Nick Adams carrying a fishing rod, Emma Bovary riding into Rouen.
But I would read about the perfect boy and his sister even before I would read about Adam and Eve, garden and gate, and before I heard the name Gutenberg; the type of their simple talk was moving into my focusing eyes.
It was always Saturday and he and she were always pointing at something and shouting, "Look!"
Pointing at the dog, the bicycle, or at their father as he pushed a hand mower over the lawn, waving at the aproned mother framed in the kitchen doorway, pointing toward the sky, pointing at each other.
They wanted us to look but we had looked already
And seen the shaded lawn, the wagon, the postman.
We had seen the dog, walked and watered, and fed the animal,
and now it was time the discover the infinite, clicking
Permutations of the alphabet's small and capital letters.
Alphabetical ourselves in the rows of classroom desks,
We are forgetting how to look and learning how to read.
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