State Champs!!

They're state champs. If they were a volleyball team--or buckets--they'd ride into town aboard the city fire department trucks, all of them, horns and sirens blasting. Won't happen. Didn't. They'll be lucky to get an inch or two in the local newspaper, even though a sub-state basketball game will get a page. 

So let me just say something--a little bit about those kids in that picture--because somewhere way back I had a hand in their incredible victory. The guy who, literally, runs the show isn't even the teacher. Call him a para-professional maybe, someone who gets a few bucks for taking on their competitive forensics program. Anyway, last summer, when he was casting about for material for his readers theater troupe, he called. "Got any ideas?" he said.

I've done a few in the last few years, the first of which was a simple readers theater text created from the fine poems of one-time American Poet Laureate, Ted Koozer. I loved his Blizzard Voices, a book of poems with stories that aren't exactly his either. Koozer listened to the stories of hundreds of men, women, and schoolchildren, who'd lived through the Great Blizzard of 1888 (GB88), sometimes called the Schoolchildren's Blizzard.

Listened isn't exactly the right word either--just plain read is a better fit. Years ago, some wise person thought it might be a good idea to get people who remembered GB88 to put their memories on paper and send them in, then put them all together in a book you can buy yet today, a book that goes by that name, The Great Blizzard of 1888. 

Koozer, who's from Nebraska, picked up that book and crafted a small book of poems from stories he'd read. A decade ago, I read his book of poems, loved it, and couldn't help thinking it would be really easy to create a readers theater script from those poems, a script that would, as Koozer did, tell the immensely powerful story of GB88. 

A readers theater presentation means no one has to recite lines, action doesn't have to be blocked, and it doesn't require a cast of thousands or a stage manager or lighting or music. It's just three or four people--maybe six or seven--maybe just two people reading great material, like memories of an terrible blizzard, the GB88.

Furthermore, a readers theater doesn't even require lots of rehearsals. I've got one coming up twice this month, and I'm guessing the cast--four people--will read through it only once before it goes live at the town library and, later, the museum.

The blizzard's got me far afield--back to high school forensics. The coach called me and asked about ideas. I told him about Koozer, sent him my script, and he ran with the whole idea. The result--I saw it yesterday in a very special showing for parents and family of the state champs--was wonderful, warm-hearted, touching, very moving, creatively accomplished. 

People died in GB88, hundreds, mostly children. You know the story--the storm struck as if without warning and left scores of rural school teachers, most of them just teenagers, with the very same difficult question--should kids be sent home or kept at school? The answer to that question in hundreds of rural school throughout the region turns out to have been "kept at school." 

So the high school's take on Blizzard Voices made it through regionals and went on to state, where they finished first, best in show, state champions. The list of finalists included schools twice and three times their size. Their depiction of Blizzard Voices was perfectly masterful.

My role didn't amount to much. I merely pointed at an option, a story line, and the director took it from there. What I pointed at was a treasure, and he realized that, shaped it wonderfully in his own way for the high school kids he had, and created what I'd be more than happy to call a work of art. Let me repeat that--"a work of art."

And art is good. The beauty it brings is a blessing. Stories that speak to the heart do just that--they actually speak to the heart, as did--and does--MOCFV's "Blizzard Voices." 

That State Champ banner at the top of the page is worth more than a State Champ basketball trophy. Their care-filled depiction of a monster blizzard brought the kind of beauty that rises when a very human story is brought to life before our eyes and somehow leaves our hearts moved.

Congratulations!!!