I’m relieved to report that Mrs. T and I finally made it to Oregon! Today we’re driving from Portland to Ashland, home of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. We’ll spend a week there, after which we fly to Chicago and drive north to American Players Theatre in Spring Green, Wisconsin, about which more in due course.
In the meantime, I thought you might enjoy seeing some pictures of the place where I’ve been spending the past few days. If, like me, you were born in a small town that never got any bigger, loved your parents in a more or less uncomplicated way, and had a mostly happy childhood, then there’s a good chance that you’ll spend a fair amount of your middle age remembering with fondness what it felt like to grow up. I did and I do, and I love seeing what my home town looked like when I was young.
Just the other day I joined a Facebook page started by some anonymous benefactor who posted dozens of old photographs of Smalltown. Here are a few of my favorites:
Archives for August 17, 2011
TT: Snapshot
Francia Russell talks about George Balanchine’s Concerto Barocco and rehearses it with the Dutch National Ballet:
(This is the latest in a weekly series of arts-related videos that appear in this space each Wednesday.)
TT: Almanac
“Her childhood, then her adolescence, had taught her patience, hope, silence and the easy manipulation of the weapons and virtues of all prisoners.”
Colette, Chéri