The Nostalgia Of The Hawkinsville Opera House: Bringing Back Our Childhood

 

FullSizeRender (8)Just driving by the Hawkinsville Opera House hits me hard with sweet nostalgia.  Whether attending events or participating in them, The Opera House provided me with something I will always cherish: a genuine love for the arts.  Backstage or stage center, putting on a show was one of the most fulfilling activities of my entire life.  Hearing the audience laugh during a funny part of The Music Man or give a standing ovation after a great show gave me (the girl with one line in the entire show) a sincere feeling of accomplishment.  Even a small part was important because a town scene could only be perceived as so with multiple bodies.  Each one doing its own job.  You wipe windows.  You hold a basket.  You talk to your friend like you’re gossiping.  All the pieces came together.  The curtains went up and down when they should.  The lighting crew knew exactly when Ms. Marion would be walking out.  Beautiful sets were built and positioned appropriately.  It was a well-oiled machine.  Not one person wasn’t important for its success. Continue reading

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6 Things My Best Friend And I Did As Kids That Make Me Wonder If Our Parents Were Ever Paying Attention

Every once in a while, I’ll have a random flashback to my childhood and go, “What the hell were we THINKING?!”  Especially now, when watching Jack play I like to reminisce of what pretend-time was for me.  I even remember my best friend Sarah and I discussing as children when we didn’t have fun pretending anymore.  It was almost as depressing as finding out “you know who” is really your parents.  We just couldn’t do it.  It wasn’t the same.  I wonder if other kids reached an age where they recognized that their imaginations couldn’t entertain them as well as they used to.  Looking back, some of the things we did for fun was either physically dangerous or psychologically messed up.  It makes me wonder if our parents ever had any idea what the hell we were up to.  Here’s what I mean: Continue reading