It was a quick trip--over to Columbus for an evening performance at a fine German restaurant. The SOCOTales storytelling guild sponsors the monthly event, and I'd always wanted to go. So when they asked if I would be a teller for the event, I was pleased to say yes.
Bev put me up--her home exudes serenity, blues and whites and cats and flowers. Since I don't get to hang out with other storytellers very often, it was a rare treat to be able to talk storytelling with Bev.
The restaurant was perfect for storytelling--cozy, intimate and good wait staff. We ate and talked and then it was time to perform. I told one of my favorites (my version of the old tall tale Walking Catfish) and sang a couple of mountain songs. I tried out a new story (Coal Camp Kids) about some of my husband's misadventures growing up in the mountains.
Then it was open mike time and it was a blast to hear the tales of other tellers. Larry Staats, a former Jackson County boy, told the most disgusting and funny recycling story I've ever heard. I sang Pretty Polly for the group as a closer, and hated to see the evening end.
I hope I get to go back sometime. And I hope the SOCO tellers realize how fortunate they are to be able to get together and share stories so often. Those of us in more isolated settings can only dream of having such an opportunity!
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