Drama in Our Life


If this pandemic continues much longer and my hair keeps growing, it will look like I could be easily mistaken for a great composer, artist, or playwright. I have always enjoyed plays, musicals and some operas. Joy and I have attended many of them over the years. One that I saw in Las Vegas before we were married was Flower Drum Song with my parents. When we were first married, we were able to attend some at the DeJong concert hall at BYU, and later many plays at the Hale theater. We were able to see some at the University of Utah. Our daughter-in-law, the beautiful Kathleen Kenny, was at the U and was in a few plays. She was always great. Our son Nate was in a couple at the U also. One was the Elephant Man, and another was Butoh Macbeth. He was very good. He had gotten his start at
Lakeridge Jr. and then Orem High as well as at the Scera Shell. I got involved in one of the plays at Lakeridge when they started to close the curtains. They got caught on a piece of scenery and scenery started falling. I ran up and caught it and held it until others could come and help.
We took our family to see The Sound of Music at the auditorium. It was a very good performance and a lot of people there. Some of our younger children really got into the play, and when the performers were singing and bouncing on the bed, two of our children took off and went to join the performers. We were able to cut them off and grab them just before they got up on the stage. Another time we went to the play about the early life of Helen Keller. After the play the performers were in the hall greeting people, like actors do after a performance. Amy was really upset at the girl that played Helen Keller because she found out that she could really see. The girl that played the part of Helen Keller was very good and had convinced Amy that she really was blind.
I would like now to talk about some of the most dramatic exits. Joy got at award at the faculty breakfast one year for that acknowledgement. One time when Joy was nine months pregnant with one of our children, we went to see Twelve Angry Men at the city center. Partway through the second act she needed to leave, and we had to make a hurried exit and head for the hospital.
We went to see a play at the high school and one of the legs of the chair was not on the platform and she fell off backwards. She hurt her back pretty bad, and we ended up at the emergency room. It was at the end of this year at the faculty breakfast that she received the award for the most dramatic exit. She was an involved actress way before any of our children.



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