I’m skirting around the subject for now. I sit at my brand new computer, feeling like I’m recreating everything. In my vulnerability, I’m going forward, after a long period of sitting in what felt like dampness.
I had booked myself in to be with Steven that week. My body felt nothing but exhaustion, but when I had the chance to hold him in my arms and then watch him, giddy, ‘running running running’, I felt as though I had levitated somewhat into another world, some place above. The mire of wet mud that had been pulling my legs downward, suddenly let go and I was connected to other aspects of life and living. Most importantly, I was connected with my grandson, a personality who has more than once, shared with me the powerful innate sense of ‘being’, fully being, apart from everything but the sensory core of wonder. In a strange way, this is the exact same wonder I had been present to with my brother.
After breakfast and teeth-brushing, we loaded up the stroller with the big yellow truck and headed out on our adventure. It was with an openness to the world that we examined a pile of old leaves pressed up against the protection of a stair well, felt sand under our feet, threw sand into the water (stoop, back over head, release, stoop, back over head, release, a rhythm again and again…a series of new mechanical actions, each time followed with a laugh) and made observations of geese. While Steven wasn’t aware, Gramma was also silently moaning that she didn’t bring her Canon, as a male loon drifted by on the silky smooth lake water.
My own drifting movement through the muted spring background kept me present, concerned and in keen observation. “These are important times,” I thought to myself. “This grandson of yours is learning and practicing and discovering all of these moments and making new connections. You had better not miss out on any of it.” Morning was a gift.
It came to me like a dream…a waking dream. For weeks I had, during daytime hours, pondered what to do for my grandson for Christmas morning 2019. For some reason, I thought that this decision would lay down the tracks for every other decision I would make on his behalf for his entire lifetime. (Crazy, I know.) I don’t take my place as Gramma lightly, exemplified in my willingness to put myself out there as a bumble bee. Isn’t my grandson handsome?
My mother had such a talent for sewing that for every Christmas and birthday, there were sure to be homemade gifts arrive in the mail or delivered, personally. They were tagged and finished beautifully, “To my Grand Daughter, with Love!” I follow in impressive footsteps.
So, it was on a morning in October, that a waking dream came to me. I sleep in the deepest darkest lowest level of the house and it’s pretty cold at times. I was curled in snug under the covers, when ‘it’ came to me in half-sleep. “I could build my grandson a puppet theater!” I imagined him as he is now, watching his Mommy and Daddy being funny and laughing behind the stage…and then, with little friends, growing up…and then making hilarious fun as an upper elementary student…and then, possibly, with his life marked by all sorts of little stories that Mommy made up…and stories that he performed for evening entertainment, he might even take the puppet theater with him, after a long and probably painful storage dilemma between his Mom and Dad and him. Yes, I conjured all of this up in the rumblings of a dark morning in October.
When I woke and got up that morning, shuffling to the kitchen to make my first cup of coffee, I said aloud, “Gramma is going to make a puppet theater!”
It began with a plan. I scoured Amazon, Ebay, Kijiji and puppet companies the world over. Finally, I came up with a plan that I wanted to work with, a little homemade theater that I spotted on Kijiji. If I had an interest in driving to the city of Lacombe to pick this one up for 100.00, it would have been easily revised.
But, nah…I would create something amazing, at least I would be the one with the vision! In terms of tools, I just don’t have what it takes. I needed to track down Santa’s helper, and quick!
After my communications with a high school shop teacher came up empty, I went to my go-to guy, Len, a neighbour who helps me with all sorts of odd jobs when I don’t have the tools necessary. He works independently and I like to support him in his various efforts.
I took in account Steven’s height and the fact that I wanted at least one little friend to be able to participate with him during his childhood productions and so I drew up this plan. Now, this wee sheet that was sketched out in my day timer was not so simple as it might appear! Lots of thought went into this, so please, readers, don’t think that this came fleetingly!
Within a week or so…Len came up with some ideas of his own. I talked to him about a concept of design that would align itself with Steven’s birthing songs and art…something to do with ‘Under the Sea’ or ‘An Octopus’s Garden’. Insert music here.
I was pretty darned happy when Len and James brought the puppet theater off the truck and into the studio, even though the weight of this beast certainly didn’t mean that I would be moving it around a lot. It would have to find itself a space and it was at this stage that I first became concerned that it might never really find its way into a forever-home.
Safe in my studio, I was able to begin measuring and planning for curtains, backdrops and decoration. I began by applying two coats of primer.
In the evenings, I was bopping in and out of shops, planning and scheming a system that would work for the draperies. I wanted them to mimic the velvet curtains I imagined in the grand theaters. In the end, the installation of curtains ended up being so darned challenging. This lady became one of my friends on this mission…taking several different exchanges as I would return rods…experiment…ask for help.
In the end I settled on these velour panels…and now, to seek out someone who might hem them up for me.
I won’t go into details (is this a detail?)…but, at one point, these small bits of hardware were purchased as a bit of an experiment. I feature them here simply because the man who helped me in this department of the big box store, Home Depot, was such an angel and was seriously the greatest guy to talk to. He was so excited about my ‘Gramma Builds a Puppet Theater’ project, that my problem-solving ended up being a huge conversation. I just really treasure people like him and only regret that I didn’t ask his name.
I solicited a lovely high school student, Emmanuella, to sew the draperies, under the supervision of her Fashions teacher, Fierina. Emmanuella has excelled in this area and advanced beyond all of the projects assigned. It was a great idea for the both of us and I really enjoyed getting to know such a conscientious and beautiful person.
Rooting through my basement storage cupboard, I located some old tins of house paint and selected a colour that would help me achieve my underwater theme.
While pursuing the painting and project, I began to search out puppets. Late into my evenings, I would explore on-line sites and finally decided to write a story about an Eagle Walk. Ikea is the only store to have an eagle puppet, and ironically enough, I never did get myself to the store to purchase the puppet. One day, perhaps. The eagle, therefore, was represented by a sound effect…very very cool!
Basically, I ended up purchasing puppets that I fell in love with, after exploring so many toy shops in town. For the sake of this post, I have spared you archives for several locations. It was actually Scholastic, on Macleod, where I tracked down chicken and monkey in a barrel, both two of my favourites.
I found a perfect stuffie border collie at the Goodwill store and at home, washed and dried it, gutted it, inserted a glove and created our Maxman character. Thanks, James, for exploring so many stores with me, looking for the perfect puppet collection.
I began to decorate the puppet theater, first locating a dry erase board for puppet show announcements, at the Dollarama…hmmm…or did it end up being Staples? While at the dollar store, I picked up some rolls of ribbon, thinking I could create a celebratory effect by placing some of that here and there. I am really NO DECORATOR! Let’s face it, the greatest problem of them all was the curtain. It was getting close to the wire, by this point, and while really wanting to pain scene backdrops for the theater, I let go of that project, thinking that this would be an idea for later gifts.
I painted a few bits onto the outside panels and opted to leave the front of the theater plane. Embellishments definitely made a difference!
I think it was only a short time before the actual performance when I solicited the help of friends, Angela and Nigel, to create puppet figures for Doug, Erin, Gramma and Steven. They came to our Christmas feast, with felt puppet figures in tow…and while Christmas went remarkably long due to an unforeseen crash by young Steven and a trip to the hospital so that his forehead might be taped back together…THE SHOW DID GO ON! But…I get ‘A HEAD’ of myself here.
The puppet theater, at completion…
It was at the pre-function on Christmas day that the screenplay came to be created in a very collaborative way and with many laughs…all directed by our writer/editor in residence, my sister-friend, Karen. The traditional big feast happened and then, interspersed with the drive to hospital and back, the $10 gift steal that happened incorrectly this year (and did I listen to the five people who tried to tell me?….next time, don’t be so polite), under my direction, the puppet show was set, complete with eagle sound effects provided by Tyler (mind you…the timing might have been a little off) and narration delivered, confidently, by Shawn (you are such a good sport!).
A small capture of that…
Sending love to all who helped this dream happen…
Somewhere out there, there is a video from this debut, but I don’t know where it is or if I have permission to share. I just am grateful for Christmas magic.
This morning, I enjoyed a first…first walk along the river shared with Max, my grandson and my daughter. It was a beautiful experience for me, so have to quickly archive.
The day began with a coffee on the red couch. Max stared longingly outside…but I wasn’t up for a rush, given that I’m struggling with a really bad cold right now and feel quite the ache all over.
I took a look at the male House Sparrow who also seemed despairing, perched for two full days on my back fence, looking at the vent where he once made a home.
And yes! That sign does read Be Aware of The Dog, as opposed to Beware of Dog…a gift from my dear friend, Pat. It makes perfect sense if you one day meet Max.
At the base of the vent, all of the wee items of bric-a-brac collected over the years have been emptied out.
No sign of Northern Flicker this morning.
All this aside, once out of my pajamas and into my sloppy clothes, I did a little bit of texting with my buddy, Wendy and headed to the river.
Near the Magpie Tree and saying ‘hi’ to Max.
Mother Bald Eagle across the river from us…we should have hatching this week.
Stopping at the Chickadee Wood.
Stopping quite a bit to watch the fast moving water…the river is different from lake water or the swimming pool water…it makes noise. Steven was enthralled.
And the male Bald Eagle gave us a real surprise! He rarely perches on this side of the river and I noticed him just as we were stepping toward this tree. I quickly grabbed a couple of photographs, but directed Erin to follow me, away from the location…so as not to crowd him. Sadly, before I could set up to take a well-focused photograph, he lifted off right in front of us and flew across the river.
I told Erin that it was a real blessing for Steven that this gentleman was waiting for us…a very unusual and amazing experience.
After our walk and as we returned to the parking lot, I looked up from the edge of the river, and saw Mr. perched nearer the nest and directly across from me. I stooped and found a river stone to give to my grandson…a moment of today’s first. In the water, the stone was golden smooth. I love this little boy with my whole heart and my heart sings that I had this opportunity.