Monday, January 26, 2015
If you can’t question your religion, Why Are You In It?
I don’t know if I had met Kelly prior to the being called to serve on the activities committee. The first activity I remember being involved with was a “food storage/budgeting made-fun activity” Kelly played Betty Barker and I became the emcee who drew the names of contestants and invited them to “come on down”.
Even then she was struggling with the Church and her family life – desiring to connect the two but feeling torn with her beliefs. Her husband showed no sign of ever wanting to be involved with the Church or even anybody who belonged to it. Perhaps Kelly wasn’t even active when they met but gradually came around with a desire for having God and direction in her life – perhaps not necessarily the “Mormon Church”
That was five years ago. And she continues to battle with herself and her maintaining a comfortable relationship and self worth which she is not finding in the Church. I understand. Perhaps not completely. But I do understand why she would leave – although she hasn’t withdrawn completely.
Her husband still gives her no support as far as showing any interest in church or church members. I didn’t even know what he looked like until the other night when I glanced at him through the window. He had heard we were coming and made his “get-away” before we were even out of the car.
Kelly’s last calling had been a counselor in the primary. Not where she wanted to be, but accepted the calling believing it would keep her on the path to and at that the Church is where she needed to be – until she was asked to create the program for the 2014 “Families are Forever” theme. That became the straw that broke the camel’s back. It wasn’t in her heart to create a program that she herself felt discriminated against.
Actually, I had wondered how the majority felt as many of the primary children are from broken homes, inactive or part member families, many with barriers that seem to prevent the traditional “families are forever” theme.
Elenore sat on the stand near the pulpit, to help the children with the lines they might have forgotten. I wondered if the program had been difficult for her as she and her husband had divorced long before I had even met her. She’d gone back to her maiden name rather than identifying herself with her married name. She has custody of their two children, but he has visitation rights.
I hadn’t even paid attention to Kelly’s absence as I watched various children get up and recite lines that just didn’t seem to fit in their current living environment. How many of them believed in the words that they said? How many struggled through that program? I did.
Kelly’s youngest son and Jenna have often played together. Kelly had told me about sending her son to a water park all summer. I had been dragging Jenna to Kearns with me last summer. Perhaps “drag” is not the correct word as she really did enjoy being with her cousins. But I know she would have loved spending summer at a water park if given the opportunity.
I had asked Kelly if Spencer would be returning to the water park this summer and thought I would look into a pass for Jenna. I thought we had talked just last month, but then she disappeared.
I was substitute teaching the last three weeks of December. I think there were five or six names on the role in Jenna’s class, but it was usually just Elenore’s son and Jenna. Spencer wasn’t there during the three weeks I had taught. I sent Kelly a message to inquire if she and her family had been out of town for the holidays. Turns out she is actually attending another church – one that doesn’t push the “Families are Forever” theme. One that doesn’t make her feel discriminated against.
I had the same struggles when I was single for so long – not as long as several sisters in the current ward I belong to. I was married at 39. There are several sisters in my ward who are much older that have not had opportunity to marry – or perhaps they have and it just didn’t feel right with choice of partner. I don’t know. I know that there are several who feel discriminated against when lessons are given on eternal marriage or husband/wives relationships. It’s hurtful to hear when that very thing doesn’t seem to exist in the earthly future.
I recently read that divorce is 50/50 but that a marriage needs to be 100/100. And there are some couples that each give 100% and then there are other couples in which one does all the giving while the other does all the taking. I can only control what I give, but I cannot control what another might contribute. Roland contributes 100% - perhaps more. But not everybody has that. Not everybody has the support from family members. Not everybody gives 100%.
Hannah moved into the ward about a year after we did. For the longest time I believed that she was a single parent as I never saw her with a spouse. She was diligent about coming to meetings and activities though it was challenging at times. It wasn’t known to all that there were struggles, for Hannah wore a smile on her face and pressed on. One day she announced that there were struggles and coming to church wasn’t easy. Her husband didn’t wish to attend church with her.
When Asher (her son) got closer to turning eight, he begged his dad to please come back to Church so that he could baptize him. Thus after eight or nine years of attending Church on her own, Hannah’s husband finally came around. He is the one who baptized Asher. Endurance.
So where is Kelly’s reward when she has seemingly had to endure even longer? Why are there some whose trials seem to outlast their faith while others seem to be rewarded in just a matter of minutes? How many of us feel that we have been or are being dealt with unfairly? For how long must we endure?
One of my biggest hang-ups in this “pushing family” church is the discrimination that seemingly takes place at the temple. The sealing ceremony in which only the worthy temple recommends holders can participate. All loved ones who are not temple recommend holders are allowed to wait in the lobby but cannot witness the special event because they don’t have recommends. They have been labeled “unworthy” How do you explain that?
I was married civilly over three years before I was sealed. The civil marriage was a lot more personable. I enjoyed having guests at my wedding that otherwise couldn’t come to see Roland and I exchange vows. I don’t like to feel excluded because I don’t have a recommend (or didn’t; not when Patrick married. Not when my cousin married her first husband) and I don’t wish for others to feel that way.
What does a “Forever Family” mean in my case? That the boys will go with Roland and their mom? That Jenna will go with Roland and me? And what’s to become of Roland’s oldest two girls? They were born under the covenant? But do they sense that now? Do they even know what that means?
The boys are adults with spouses (soon families) of their own. How does that work? Are they always going to reside with us in the hereafter or will they go with their wives’ families? I don’t think our concept of “Families are forever” will be the same as what we may build up in our minds. We are required to have faith that it will all work out. God’s kind and men’s kind are very often not the same.
Denise shared her testimony after her forty plus years of struggles – though not with the Church. She had been baptized when she was 19. The ward bishop had called her into his office to call her as a primary teacher. But there was a condition that came with accepting the call. She would have to stop dating her boyfriend. It wasn’t because even because he wasn’t a member, but apparently the bishop objected to his race. I don’t know if she saw that as discrimination coming from the Church or just that particular leader. It wasn’t right that he had told her that. She left the Church and did not return until over forty years later.
The elder missionaries showed up on her doorstep shortly after she lost her dad. She was in a state of depression. She had answered the door in her pajamas and commented that one elder in particular was dead set about helping her. She said she needed her dishes done but didn’t have any soap. The elders dismissed themselves but said they would return.
When the elders returned, they brought back some dish soap along with a missionary couple. While the elders did dishes, Denise sat in the other room with the elderly couple and asked about her father. It was a very good visit and an indication for her to return to the Church in which she had been baptized a member over four decades earlier.
We all have our trials. We all have our disappointments. Endurance is not an easy thing. For many, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. For many there is no life. They have given up home. Some hang on by a thread searching for a glimmer of hope. May each of us find the strength needed to endure than we may find peace? That is my hope.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Pray Before Each Task
Roland gave our middle son,
Tony, the nickname “Donald Duck”. Too
often Tony flies off the handle about situations he can’t control or doesn’t
understand. I told him that he needs to
pray more often. That didn’t seem to go
over too well.
Prayer has been a part of my
life forever. I always had example of
prayer. My sibs and I were taught to
pray. We said individual prayers. We said family prayers. We prayed over the food. We’d start family home evenings with prayer
and end with prayer. We said morning
prayers. We said prayers before we went
to bed. Before and while on
vacation. It was just something
conditioned in me. I don’t know that I
ever questioned it. Perhaps I didn’t
always understand it, but I do now and have for such a long time that it’s hard
to remember if/when I questioned prayer.
Oh, perhaps there were times I
prayed for something specific and felt my prayers weren’t answered – at least
not the way I had wanted. So perhaps
there was a time when I had the response: “I have prayed and it hasn’t done any
good.” I no longer think that. I pray.
Sometimes it seems as though I’m doing it in vain – but that is when I
need to question my part with prayer, and not the Lord’s as He is Always there
and Always listening.
Often times Roland has
expressed frustration with whatever project he may be doing on the
computer. My response has always been to
ask if he had prayed before starting his task.
I know that not all things run
smooth or according to plan all the time.
There is the faith testing and God’s own will that often doesn’t
correspond with what we think may be our own.
A specific example involves two
different families from the ward where I had grown up. Two grandmas, each with a grandchild who had
a heart condition.
From my recollection, both
children were scheduled to have surgery within weeks of one another. One baby lived and the other died. Right now I honestly can’t remember which
one. Both families prayed
diligently. Various family members held
a fast. All of their prayers were answered
– though not all experienced the same results – the results which they all
wanted for the grandchild to live.
So what makes one family
different from the other? Why would God
answer the same heartfelt prayers so differently? Why were the results not the same? I don’t have the answer. I just know, for me personally, that prayer
adds a comfort that I had at least expressed myself. And the more that I pray, the closer I come
so that I do understand.
I realized that was one vast
difference between the family Roland grew up in verses my own. They don’t pray about anything. They don’t even say grace over the food. It’s
just so foreign to me that they don’t consider prayer – for anything. How different their lives would be if they
would kneel as a family and thank Him and ask Him for blessings.
Why would I not pray to thank
my maker for all that I have? Why would
I not pray to ask for assistance from a higher being? Why would I not pray for a miracle that can’t
be mastered by humankind? Miracles can and do happen. But we need to ask.
I thank my mom and dad for
their fine example to include God in our lives and to pray before each task or
major decision.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Ester Loves Babies and Dogs
Ester
doesn’t get to visit with
Bill
and Kayla’s kids all
too
often.
She
is their second cousin
once
removed on
mine
and Kayla’s side.
They
are seventh cousins
on
Tony and Bill’s side.
Ester
will always sit with
the
adult closest to
the
one holding B.J.
Ester
Loves looking at
this
little human who
is
smaller than her
(though
that’s bound to
change
within the next
two
to four years I think;
Ester’s
small)
Randy
and Carrie have
a
dog.
They
did not name him
Iron
Chops,
but
that is what I
call
him.
Even
though he is
still
a puppy,
he
is three times
bigger
than Ester
and
oblivious at
knocking
over anybody or
stepping
on body parts.
Ester
likes to watch him from
a
distance –
tightly
secured in
someone’s
lap and not
anywhere
near the
same
floor that
Iron
Chops occupies with
his
very long body.
Highness
is our dog
Ester
Loves him.
Highness
is old
and
slow
and
Ester can
keep
up with him.
Highness
moves to
get
away from Ester as
she
follows with her
hand
raised in the air
ready
to pet him.
He
goes under the
table
and Ester follows with
no
problem.
Highness
looks to each adult
waiting
to be rescued from
this
almost-three-year-old who
is
quite tame compared to
Iron
Chops who
tortures
Highness far more
than
Ester ever does.
At
the end of the night
when
Tony and Rochelle have
said
their good-byes and
Ester
has kissed everyone,
she
bends down toward
Highness and whispers loudly
in his ear.
“Don’t
cry,” she says.
“Don’t
cry, Highness”
She
Loves Highness.
She
only tolerates
Iron
Chops. But
someday
she may
love
him as much or
maybe
even more
than
Highness.
Right
now she sees
Iron
Chops as a big
scary
dog.
There
is nothing
scary
about Highness.
He
is a very
well
-mannered dog.
Ester
Loves babies and dogs
kfralc
Friday, January 16, 2015
Finding Another Piece of History
I
read a book a while ago and started a post about author Jennifer
Armstrong. There is such amazing passion
in her writing. Well, I’ve only read three
books thus far. But I feel the need to
post something – and yet haven’t felt inspired to write. So here is a short post that was started
eight months ago, but never really finished.
The
first Jennifer Armstrong book that I read was The American Story which gives a brief summery to so many who
contributed to American history. I love
her passion towards history and for accuracy.
Currently, most of the books I read are geared to children. Every once in a while I will try one geared to the adults, but always come back to books that are geared to the youth. There were two Armstrong books geared to adults that I checked out from the library. One about the Mickey Mouse Club and one about
the Mary Tyler Moore television show.
Though
I had not been raised with the Mickey Mouse club or had much interest in it, I
did fine “Why? Because
we still like you : an oral history of the Mickey Mouse Club” by
Jennifer Armstrong very informative and well written.
I
have always LOVED the Mary Tyler Moore Show (still do) but was hugely
disappointed with “Mary and Lou
and Rhoda and Ted : and all the brilliant minds who made The Mary Tyler Moore
show a classic” – for me it read like a text book. I had a hard time becoming a part of that
text. Needless to say, I did not finish
that book. But I don't imagine it would be a subject geared to children for lack of interest.
The
book that I had read in May last year is titled In My Hands which I briefly mention in this post
Irena
Gutowna is a citizen of Poland before World War II. She has a desire to become a nun but is
advised to try looking into nursing first.
She
leaves her family in a free part of Poland to study nursing in a
German-controlled part of Poland. She
was seventeen and had a hands on experience as she learned.
The
story takes us from being captured by Russians and interegated to escape to
hiding Jewish people in the house of the major she works for in the German
army.
Her
story fascinates me along with the several pictures displayed half-way through
the book. The fact that they were taken
and survived and were retrieved. It’s
not a historical fiction as I’m used to reading. It’s biographical.
I consider this biography to be an awesome treasure!
Jennifer
Armstrong writes, “If I have done justice to this story, I am grateful. If I have not, it is because I have never had
to face what Irene faced.”
I
think she did tremendous justice. I look
forward to reading more books.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Come Unto Christ – Wise Men Still Seek Him
I vaguely remember
reading a story about a young boy who had the honor of traveling with his
father to see the Christ child – or perhaps it was that he wanted to go, but
was too young to make the journey. I don’t
remember when or where I read it. I hadn’t
thought about it until yesterday when Kristen gave this years first lesson in
Relief Society. Such a beautiful
lesson. I don’t know why I had never
connected the dots before.
Kristin started out her
letter with a video portraying the wise men who had traveled for over two
years before they reached the Christ child – who was a child and not an infant
resting in a manger. I remembered being
told that “they found him in a house” but had never really considered the long
journey they had made. I had forgotten
how I had read about the anticipation and excitement and the long wait.
We read from the Bible
Dictionary and Matthew 2. We looked up
the words Magi and Three Kings and talked briefly about Epiphany and Three
Kings Day and what each of the gifts mean. Kristin pointed out their journey with following the star to our own
personal journeys in seeking out Christ and following His teachings. I don’t remember feeling so touched and awed
by a lesson such as I was yesterday. It
was awesome!
Ringing Out Wild Bells – Can We Sing MOURN?
“Ring
Out Wild Bells” (found here) has got one of the most mournful tunes I have ever
heard in my life. If it isn’t the most
mournful tune in the hymnbook, I would guess it’s at least in the top three. To
top its already mournful tune, it is being played on the organ – which in my
opinion is one of the most mournful musical instruments and so the two put
together sounds like a procession to a dark funeral.
The chorister was not impressed with the lack of
volume from the congregation and suggested we try again. The brother behind me uttered, “Well then
pick a different song”
Needless to say, I was in full agreement. It wouldn’t bother me at all to have that
hymn completely thrown out of the hymnbook.
But then again, I have only heard it just once a year. For me, personally, once a decade would be
plenty.
I visualized a setting as one would find in a
Charles Dickens story. It’s rainy and
cold and everybody is dressed in black.
No one is smiling. It’s the end
of the world for each of them and there is no longer anything worth living
for. At least that is what I see.
The last two verses without the music don’t seem
quite as mournful as the first.
“Ring Happy Bells Across the Snow” Oh,
yes. Let’s do that. Let us be happy. There is absolutely no joy in that tune. There are no happy bells. There is only death – and not a pleasant
one. No pep. No believing that the New Year will bring new
hope. It’s over. Life is over.
That is my personal opinion of it anyway. Funny thing is by the time the song is over, and I am reminiscing about the mournful tune, I somehow end up turning it into “Portobello Road” (written by Richard and Robert Sherman) from Bedknobs and Broomsticks. But even at the slowest tempos and gloomiest notes, it still has more upbeat than “Ring Out Wild Bells” will ever have. In case you haven’t guessed it, I just really don’t care for that song.
Friday, January 2, 2015
December 31st and New Year
Roland
had come home early on Wednesday. He
probably shouldn’t have even gone in. He
slept most of the day. He needed to.
I
took Jenna to the library for the afternoon countdown. I have been to the library on December 31st
before. But the last day of 2014 was
different. The library was overly quiet
– except for children in the library.
It
wasn’t crowded. Less crowded than I have
seen the WV library – EVER. Roland had told us to leave early in order to get a
good parking spot. I honestly don’t
think it would have mattered what time we left.
The turn-out wasn’t as good as it had been the last time we had gone for
the New Year/afternoon countdown.
Jenna decorated a hat
and asked me to finish her noise maker while she went to participate in
games. I wished Anna had been with us as
I think she would have enjoyed the parachute game. I don’t know if the library near where she
lived had offered a New Years celebration or not.
I left Jenna in the auditorium while I went to
the teenage section to read. It felt
like the library was closed. It was actually kind of awesome just to feel peace
and enjoy my reading.
I returned for the
countdown. Two years ago I could have
just stayed put. The children were loud
enough that you could hear them no matter where you were in the library. There was a lot less children on December 31,
2014. Even from the auditorium they
didn’t sound even half as loud as they had two years prior.
As we passed the park,
Jenna expressed her desires to go there.
It was cold. But the air was
clean still and not filled with the pollution that’s come with the New Year
thus far. We went home to get Highness
and returned to the park. I walked the
dog while Jenna played. I also took a
fair amount of pictures.
Jenna always wants to
stay up for the New Years countdown.
When I was growing up, my family had always played games on New
Years. I was willing to play games with
Jenna, but she wanted to watch Aliens in
the Attic. So we watched that followed by Little Shop of Horrors before we shuffled and dealt cards to play
Go Fish. We were playing cards when we
heard the fireworks and the clock marking the New Year.
We finished our game
and played another – though I don’t recall what it is we played. Cranium, I think. And then we went to bed. Not a typical New Years celebration. But typical that someone was sick. This year it just happened to be Roland.
I am
surprised that he was feeling well enough to donate blood the next day. He had an appointment on New Years’ Day. One had to have an appointment in order to
donate. They weren’t taking walk-ins yesterday. That was my first time ever not being able to
get in without an appointment. But
because it was New Years’ day, Red Cross didn’t have a full staff.
We
were at Red Cross for a long time before Roland was hooked up and producing
blood. It took him less time to bleed
than to wait and be checked in. I read
four chapters, I think.
We
did get our game playing in – only a couple of hours though. We went to Bill and Kayla’s and played a
couple of games. One was called Mad Gab
– which we’ve never played together before.
And one was called Whatzit – which is puzzle solving which I’m not
terribly good at. Jenna played that one
with us, and she is good.
I’m
in awe at all the birds I’ve seen – even on December 30th which was an
extremely windy day. What surprises me
more than the birds are the fall leaves that have continued to cling to the
trees. Those are some major STRONG
leaves! January 2nd and they
are still there. Nature is puzzling
lately.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
My Last Post of the Year
Two of our boys took their wives to Arizona. They left the day after Christmas and are
returning today. I hope they have
coats. Carrie will have one, but the
rest may have decided to tough it out, as the weather really was nice when they
left.
Carrie texted me that it was 73 degrees in Arizona. They’ll be returning to below zero. Actually it is 2 above as I write this
post. Wind chill factor makes it feel so
much colder.
It’s not as windy right now as it was yesterday. It’s a wonder I wasn’t in a coma all day. I
don’t remember it being this cold. Not
for a very long while anyway.
It snowed on Christmas day – pretty much all day. But it didn’t stick. It wasn’t bitter cold like it was
yesterday. Like it will be today. I prefer the elements to be above 40 degrees
– but not above 70. Actually living in a
constant 60-70 would be ideal.
We have never done anything exciting for New Years – not
in Jenna’s eyes. When I was growing up,
that was the day we took the tree down.
We didn’t wait this year. Roland
had suggested that we take the tree down on Monday. We had no clue that it would be freezing out
the next day.
We had boxed everything up on Monday night. Jenna removed all the ornaments from the tree
and I packed them. Roland took down the
lights and packed the tree.
I
debated on whether to take the Christmas decorations out to the shed yesterday
or allow the boxed decorations to stay in the house a while. There was a clear path to the shed and I
didn’t want to gamble on having snow block the doors and so I bundled up in
layers just to go into my back yard. I picked a good time of day when it wasn’t
quite as cold.
I
couldn’t understand it. The sun was
shining. It looked so inviting. It didn’t look like it was bitter cold at
all. It was very deceiving.
Roland
doesn’t feel well, but he is still going to work. There have been a lot of accidents. And people have been without power. What a way to end the year! How much differently everything seemed only last
week!
I
hope our boys don’t freeze on the way home.
I hope they are protected on the roads as they travel back home
today. I hope they don’t get sick.
The tree is boxed, but still in the living room. It's just to heavy for me to move.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Everyone Willing Can Have a Part
My brother, Corey, has always been a big
fan of Steven Sondheim. I don’t think it
was until after he was in high school still or college when I was introduced to
his “Into the Woods” soundtrack – which I listened to and read along as the
characters sang. Immediately I decided
it was a production that I wanted to see.
I have seen four or five different versions
– though I don’t actually remember the details of each one.
I think the first opportunity was when the production was on tour. I vaguely remember seeing it with my mom, I
think. I don’t know who else was with
us. I’m wondering if we were given
tickets that Corey, himself, was unable to use.
My least favorite production was one that
he was in. He played Repunzel’s
prince. Our friend, Jinx, played the
baker. It was a marvelous cast, and each
one gave an outstanding performance as I recall. I did have a little trouble hearing the witch
however.
What annoyed me about that particular production was the
director’s take on separating fantasy from reality. Each time the lights would go down after
certain musical numbers or scenes, a voice would announce the act, the scene,
the stage setting . . . Corey said he didn’t like it either. Instead of watching a polished production, it was as though we were watching a rehearsal
that hadn’t quite worked out for the director.
I did enjoy watching the performers and I enjoyed the second act – when the interruptions had stopped. I really enjoy watching Jinx perform. Well, I enjoy watching Corey, but Jinx spent
a lot more time on the stage.
When Randy was in junior high, he played both prince and
wolf. I think everybody in the junior
high who wanted to be in the musical WAS in the musical. It ran for five nights. Each night Randy played one of three princes
and one of three wolfs – so that he had a turn being Cinderella’s prince,
Repunzel’s prince and the wolf that eats Little Red Riding Hood.
I remember PBS broadcast of the Broadway version with
Bernadette Peters and Joanna Gleason. I
don’t think it aired until after Roland and I were married. It had been stretched four or five hours
during a fundraiser. I remember having
recorded it on VHS. Although it wasn’t a very good recording, I did watch it a
few times. I did like it.
I had a wanted to go see the “Into the Woods” movie on Christmas, but hadn’t
arrived early enough for all ten of my family members to get good seats. We saw “Night
at the Museum” instead. I think
Ester’s attention might have gotten lost earlier had we seen “Into the Woods” – maybe not. She enthusiastically moved from seat to seat - mostly visiting either daddy or grandpa. She also yelled quite loudly for Jenna - though she was seated right next to her at that particular moment.
Roland took Jenna and I to “Into the Woods” the next day. I think I enjoyed seeing it without Ester being there. She was cute. She was just loud - which I found to be distracting.
Roland took Jenna and I to “Into the Woods” the next day. I think I enjoyed seeing it without Ester being there. She was cute. She was just loud - which I found to be distracting.
I liked the production, but found myself missing “The
Mysterious Man” part of the story, as well as some of the songs. Still, I told Roland I would like my own copy on DVD
next year.
Jenna said she wanted to see the stage version. I couldn’t find the PBS copy, but did put a
reserve in at the library. Meanwhile I
figured I had two copies and spent a good part of yesterday morning searching and
came upon the recording of the junior high production that Randy had been in.
I had forgotten there were three wolves and three princes
– though I think the one prince was put in for comic effect as the other two
princes would sing “agony” and the third prince would try singing along, and the
singing prince would stretch out his arm for effect and hit the third prince in
the process. Jenna enjoyed watching
that.
Their production had the mysterious man – though I don’t
know if his identity was revealed at the end.
Or if the junior high had gone beyond the first act. I don’t remember. And I had evidently run out of tape and so
the end was not there.
The narrator in my recorded version was female.
There were extra cast members who played the trees, decorations, the beanstalk,
villagers, and characters moved their own props. Randy and another, dressed like wolves, moved
the prop for the house as Little Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and then
again for the baker. Randy was playing
Repunzel’s prince on the night that we saw him.
Jenna was not even a year at the time and I could hear
her almost better than the cast members at times. I really couldn’t hear Jack’s mother at all,
but pretty much knew what she was saying.
As Jenna and I were watching, she apologized for having
cried as I was recording. That’s
silly. She was just a baby, after all.
I just ran across the program (which was quite a surprise on my part). There had been six cast as wolves and princes. I admire the coach for having included so many students and in various roles. I counted 80 different names - though at a glance it appeared that there were over 200 names. Many were duplicates cast in different roles. Randy also received credit for playing Red's grandmother (out the four cast members)
I just ran across the program (which was quite a surprise on my part). There had been six cast as wolves and princes. I admire the coach for having included so many students and in various roles. I counted 80 different names - though at a glance it appeared that there were over 200 names. Many were duplicates cast in different roles. Randy also received credit for playing Red's grandmother (out the four cast members)
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