Showing posts with label Hans Christian Anderson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hans Christian Anderson. Show all posts

Friday, June 10, 2011

Storytelling in Central Park & Cornelia Street Cafe


















































50 years ago in 1961, Dad bought a Yashica 44 camera and the golden age of Pryor photography was lit much to the chagrin of Mom, Rory and me. Dad was relentless and we were his subjects. No back drop was safe. He caught us hungry, moody, sweaty, itchy, bitchy, happy, mad, goofy, every feeling a tightly wound family experiences.

One of our first trips with the new camera was over to Central Park so we could hit all the great statues. Rory and my favorite was Hans Christian Anderson sitting and reading "The Ugly Duckling" to the duck, I thought this was so nice of him. How considerate, writing a story about someone, then reading that story to them. As we walked around Sailboat Lake after the photos I thought, I gotta do that someday.

Next Tuesday, June 14th @ 6pm @ Cornelia Street CafĂ©, wonderful storytellers and songsmiths keep up Mr. Anderson’s tradition. “City Stories: Stoops to Nuts” storytelling show presents: Barbara Aliprantis, Nicole Ferraro, Don Piper, Francesca Rizzo and Edward Rogers. Expect to hear stories and songs about transformation. Admission is $7 bills (quack!) with one free drink.


Monday, January 10, 2011

My Best Moments on Earth

There is a certain age where wonderful things that you begin to do a number of times on your own become old hat. The first time I was in Central Park at night as a boy with my father and brother sleigh riding stands out as one of my best moments on earth.

Before we hit Cherry and Pilgrim Hills, we ran around and visited the things we loved, things we never saw in the dark before: Alice in Wonderland, Sailboat Lake, Hans Christian Anderson, and Balto the hero sled dog.

We saw what they saw at night, it was amazing. These images still burn light on the walls of my brain.


Feeling in an English Beat mood, "I know I'm shouting, I like to shout."