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All Harvey and a Short Post

All Harvey All The Time — it’s not just my blog, it’s my life these days.

I work, I go home, I must positively must have coffee. For one thing, it lets me sit down for a few minutes. I have lists of everything I am supposed to remember. Sometimes I remember to consult the lists. Usually, though, I just run around stuffing things in bags and feeling like I forgot something. Then I arrive at rehearsal feeling flustered. Which should help with my character. One would think.

Our last couple of rehearsals have gone very well. Last night (Tuesday) we set the curtain call. I am one of the last characters to go out and bow, and I get to bow all by myself. Scary! What if they boo? An unlikely contingency, I suppose. I will at least get a few polite claps. I have to stand next to a character that my character doesn’t like. Another cast member told me I should give him a dirty look. I give him a lot of dirty looks during the play. I should perhaps mention (or perhaps I don’t have to) that offstage the guy is one of my favorite people and a real sweetheart.

The subject of my reviewing the play in this blog came up in the dressing room. After all, I’ve reviewed other shows Ilion Little Theatre has done (if you can count my unqualified raves as reviews) (hey, Mohawk Valley Girl is a booster, not a critic). I don’t see why I shouldn’t brag on a play I’m in. I can heap praise on my fellow actors and lightly pass over my own performance with a modest clearing of the throat. That may comprise Saturday’s post.

Once again, Harvey is presented by Ilion Little Theatre May 4, 5, 6, 10, 11 and 12; curtain time is 8 p.m. except for Sunday May 6 at 2 p.m. For more information go to http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org or the Ilion Little Theatre Club’s facebook page.

The Play’s the Thing

Ah what a weekend I had. And I feel utterly incapable of writing a blog post about it.

I mentioned going All Boilermaker All The Time after the play. I can’t help thinking that until the play I ought to go All Harvey All The Time.

That said, I’m not sure what to write about Harvey at this time. I’ve written about working on the set (I was no help). I’ve given a bare bones plot summary (not very definitive). I’ve given dates and times (May 4, 5, 6, 10, 11, 12; at 8 p.m. except Sunday May 6 at 2) and location (The Stables, Remington Avenue, Ilion, NY). For those details you can also go to the web site, http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org or Ilion Little Theatre Club’s Facebook page.

This being a personal blog, I suppose it would be legitimate for me to write about the difficulty I’ve had learning lines, my lack of self-confidence, my stress levels — in short all the angst or, dare I say, drama that comes from being in a play. But who wants to read about that? I don’t even want to write about it. I’m still pretending that it’s been a breeze to learn lines, that I exude self-confidence; stress, what’s that?

Rehearsals are going pretty well. The set looks better every day. I’m pretty impressed with the set. Ilion Little Theatre stage is not that big, and there is not a lot of space back stage. It’s not easy to do a play with two completely different sets. The last play that needed more than one setting, Old Ladies’ Guide to Survival, accomplished it by utilizing the space in front of the closed curtain. This time the problem has been solved by… but I’ll wait, and let the audience be surprised.

And that’s the problem with talking about these things ahead of time. When I am in the audience, I like to be surprised. I don’t want to sit there thinking, “Oh, this must be the part where X does Y.” So I find it difficult to say too much. But perhaps you have seen the movie numerous times and have attended other productions of the play. Perhaps you can recite some of the lines along with the cast. If that is the case, well, you don’t need me to say much about it. And I think you will enjoy our production. Come see us.

Only two more weeks till Harvey, just over two months till the Boilermaker, then I can be back to my Mohawk Valley Girl Ways.

About That Play

I’ve mentioned several times now how I’m too busy for Mohawk Valley adventures because of the play I’m in with Ilion Little Theatre (ILT). I thought I’d spend today’s post talking a little bit about the play, Harvey, by Mary Chase.

Many people are familiar with the 1950 movie version with Jimmy Stewart. At least, when I say, “You know, the one where the guy sees the big white rabbit,” people say, “Oh yeah.” Perhaps they are only humoring me. Before auditions I told everybody I wanted to play the rabbit. Instead I got a part with more lines.

I play Veda Simmons, sister of Elwood P. Dowd, the guy that sees the rabbit. I am a society matron, trying to get my daughter Myrtle Mae “started with a nice group of young people” (meaning we want her to meet a man). When Myrtle and I are entertaining a society lady of some importance (she has a grandson about Myrtle’s age) and are mortified by the arrival of Elwood and his friend, I decide to have him committed to Chumley’s Rest Home. Trouble ensues.

At the rest home we encounter a pair of troubled love birds, the conniving Dr. Chumley and his charming wife, and a possible a love interest for Myrtle (although I think he is a white slaver). Things get a little complicated, especially when I bring in our lawyer Judge Gaffney to sue. A wise cab driver straightens us all out in the end.

OK, that’s not the whole plot, but I think I have mentioned all the characters at least in passing. I didn’t want to leave anybody out, in case some of the cast members read this. I also don’t like to give too much away, because I hope some of my readers will like to come see the play.

Harvey will be presented Friday, Saturday and Sunday, May 4, 5 and 6, and Thursday, Friday and Saturday, May 10, 11 and 12. All performances are at 8 p.m. except Sunday’s, which is at 2 p.m. ILT is located in the Stables, behind Remington Arms, Ilion, NY. For more information visit their website at http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org.

Paint the Set Red

I have not written much about Harvey, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre. I don’t feel I should write about the rehearsal process, but I think set construction is fair game.

At the first set construction I attended, about all I did was hold up a wall while somebody else drilled a hinge onto it. I suppose that was helpful, but I did not feel that I made a real contribution. So when I heard they were painting last Saturday, I thought, “Ah! Here’s my chance!”

Mind you, I am not an experienced painter. Places I have lived have needed very little in the way of paint. When they have, other members of my family actually did the work, most notably my father, who is a skilled professional. You might think I had gotten him to teach me the tricks of the trade, but that would be crediting me with a lot more ambition and foresight than I actually possess. Still, I thought, maybe there is something in heredity. Anyways, it doesn’t have to be perfect: only the actors see it up close, and they have other things on their minds.

My first task was to accompany Megan to select paint. We went to Ilion True Value Hardware.

“Ooh, a local business,” I said. “This might be something good for Mohawk Valley Girl.”

Actually, if I want to do a post on Ilion Hardware, I shall have to return, because all we looked at was paint colors. That was fun.

My dream job is making up names for colors. I’ve thought that ever since I sold shoes about a hundred years ago and realized how many words there were for tan. I had to question the mind that gave colors names like “lentil” and “fiber” (the colors were similar, and I guess there is fiber in lentils, so maybe not too weird?) (mmm, yeah, weird). My favorite was “hunky dory.” Megan said she might use that one for a trim.

“But would you use it in a sentence?” I asked.

She thought she had, probably with ironic intent.

Back at the theatre, roller and/or brush in hand (I used both, plus one of those little spongy things), I was less helpful. I dripped paint on the stage. When I got it where it belonged, it was too thick or not thick enough. I left a couple of lumpy looking drips. In short, I discovered that painting is not a hereditary talent.

But everybody was nice about it, and I had a lot of fun while trying to be useful. The set is looking more like the places it is supposed to be. I see now that I have told you more about my personal misadventures than anything else. Maybe in a future post, I can tell you more about the play itself. One other thing: the set is not red. I was going for a play on words; you know, paint the town red? Oh well, headlines are hard.

Comedy this Weekend

Friday was a good day to laugh, so it was perfect that Steven and I had planned to attend Weekend Comedy at Ilion Little Theatre.

We arrived shortly after 7:30 p.m. for the 8 p.m. curtain time, and the theatre was already filling up. We found good seats however (actually, there are no bad seats), and sat down to peruse the program. The play is directed by George Lyon, who is also in the cast; Julianne Allen is assistant director. Char Girmonde, Matt Trombley and Elisa Welch fill out the cast.

When the curtain rose, the set garnered immediate applause. It is a rental cabin in the Catskills Mountains, and it is beautiful. It looks as if they used actual logs; the craftsmanship is incredible. Somebody remarked it looked nicer than his actual house.

The play concerns two couples, one middle-aged, one in their 20s, who accidentally rent the same cabin for a long weekend. They end up sharing the cabin, and each couple teaches the other a little bit about life and love. That nutshell does not really do the script justice. It is a very funny play. The audience laughed from start to finish.

During intermission, Steven and I took a closer look at a basket of goodies the theatre was raffling as an additional fundraiser. It included pancake mix and Log Cabin syrup (get it?), two Ilion Little Theatre coffee mugs and more goodies. More impressively, there was a gift certificate for a stay at a Bed and Breakfast in Woodstock and gift certificates for two restaurants. We got tickets for that for sure.

I feel a little bad we did not make it to the show last weekend, because then local readers would have had more chances to go. The play does continue tonight, March 3 at 8 p.m. and tomorrow at 2 p.m. Ilion Little Theatre is located at The Stables, Remington Avenue in Ilion, NY. Phone number is 894-3203. They also have a website at http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org, or you can like them on Facebook.

A Sweet Tableau

When we last left our heroine (um, that’s me), she had gotten to church and found it was the day of the children’s Christmas Pageant (OK, enough with the third person; how pretentious). (You know, I think I started another post in a very similar fashion. Oh well, I like it, so at least one of us is happy)

It is always nice to go to church at Christmas time. There are poinsettias on the altar. People in the congregation wear their Christmas sweaters. We sing Christmas carols for some of the hymns. My church sings every verse of every song. The church I grew up in did not do that. Two verses and done. Sometimes during the six verse songs my throat gets a little sore, but in general I like it.

Actually, the music made me feel sad at first, because the church organist died this year. He was a truly sweet man. He never missed a Sunday if he could help it, and he always had a smile and a kind word. Apparently we don’t have a replacement organist yet, but a couple of strong voiced parishioners led the singing. Also, a young man played violin for two songs, and a young lady played the flute for one. Very talented young people around here.

The Christmas pageant was in place of the homily. Of course I usually enjoy Father Paul’s talks, but there’s just nothing like live theatre.

It was a very traditional pageant. Two girls who read very well narrated. The various characters came forward at the proper times and took their place in the tableau. Then two girls each played a song on the organ. My favorite characters were the littlest angel and the littlest shepherd. The angel couldn’t have been more than two or three (I can never guess ages accurately). A pig tailed red head, she was wearing a one piece pajama with wings attached. I think the littlest shepherd was her brother, maybe a year older. As he came forward, he went into the pew with his father to sit back down. His father directed him back toward the altar with the others.

I really enjoyed our pageant. I’m sure many other churches were enjoying similar spectacles. Isn’t Christmas great?

Arsenic Part Two

First a disclaimer. As I write this, I have taken a rather powerful decongestant. My nose and sinuses feel as if they’ve been sand blasted. My limbs feel a bit macaroni-ish (shouldn’t effect my typing), and my brain is foggy (effects about to be seen).

My plan was to continue my rave about Ilion Little Theatre’s Arsenic and Old Lace with mention of the cast members I haven’t mentioned yet. Hmm, look at that cast list. May turn into a three parter. We’ll see how the word count goes.

For those of you just tuning in, I attended Ilion Little Theatre’s production of Arsenic and Old Lace Friday, and in spite of a bad cold, I loved it. Also in spite of a bad cold, I wrote a blog post about it, but because of the bad cold, I did not say all I intended to. Did I mention I have a bad cold? Makes me a little punchy. Anyways, on with the rave.

As the two murderous old ladies, Eva Jaunzems and Sara Militello are wonderful. Both are new to Ilion Little Theatre, and Sara is new to any stage anywhere. They are funny separately and together.

Dave Dellecese as Mortimer is marvelous. The part calls for some extreme reactions, and Dave rises to the occasion without ever going too far over the top. As his sweetheart, Megan McCoy Dellecese (so cute when real life sweeties play sweeties on stage) is, well, sweet.

George Lyon as Teddy livens up the stage, charging up San Juan Hill, blowing his bugle and generally Roosevelting it up. Norm Turner and Charlene Girmonde as the beat cops help set up the action and come to the rescue at the end.

I identify with Elisa Welch’s Officer O’Hara, the frustrated playwright, when she leaves Mortimer bound and gagged while she recounts her opus. I have never physically restrained my husband to read my my blog posts, but I understand the motivation.

Jim Mills plays both the Rev. Dr. Harper and Lieutenant Rooney, so he’s in at the beginning and end. He manages to make both characters distinct and enjoyable.

Art Wilks points out in the program what a small part he has. I don’t know why he even brings it up considering his cameo as a dead husband in Clue the Musical. But Art is always welcome on the Little Theatre stage.

Another cameo type role is played by director George Malavasic, proving once again that George will do whatever it takes to get his play on the stage. He got some good laughs as a would be tenant who does not realize his own luck.

A smaller part, and very fun, is Rick Vroman in the prologue. I saw Rick’s picture with the rest of the cast in the lobby and was delighted to think he was expanding his theatrical horizons. Rick played a very small role in And Then There Were None, as a guy that doesn’t get killed. Here he is onstage for about twenty memorable seconds, in a part I believe is not in the original script.

The smallest part of all is played by Julianne Allen, proving the adage there are no small parts only petite actresses. She plays the body in the window seat, a part I had wanted to play, but alas I did not audition. In the theatre as in life, you snooze you lose.

The other two cast members, Raphael DiLorenzo and Ron Creighton, are mentioned in yesterday’s post. If you missed it, I think you can click on it from here quite easily. Now I see my word count is approaching 600, a lengthy post for me. I will reiterate: go to http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org for more information on one of my favorite places in the Mohawk Valley.

Arsenic and a Bad Cold

I’ve been promising a real Mohawk Valley adventure, and here it is. An authentic gem, unique to the Mohawk Valley: Ilion Little Theatre, where Steven and I went last night to attend a production of Arsenic and Old Lace.

My only regret is that this post will be published on the afternoon of closing night, so any local readers whose theatre appetite is whetted by my words may have to scramble or miss out. Then again, I know a couple of my local readers (you know who you are) are actually in the show. There may not even be any other local readers. How many readers do you suppose I have, anyways? I sometimes make these self-deprecating jokes about having few or no readers. It could be true.

Be that as it may, on to the play (hey, that rhymes).

Many people are familiar with the movie Arsenic and Old Lace starring Cary Grant, which as based on the play. I have never seen the movie from beginning to end, but I understand there are some similarities and some differences. One difference is that in the movie the guy that’s supposed to look like Boris Karloff is actually played by Boris Karloff. So the “you look like Frankenstein” jokes maybe worked better in the movie. However, Raphael DiLorenzo, who plays the part in the play, looks sufficiently threatening that the jokes are not off-base, and he is hilariously offended by the comparison. Ron Creighton, who plays the role Peter Lorre played in the movie, the Karloff character’s henchman, is also very funny. The two play off each other comically to the delight of the audience.

I had written this much on my first break at work (remember the Overtime Blues?). When I got on my second break, my cold symptoms had kicked back in, causing my brain to flee from my body to parts unknown. I thought, “I can’t mention only two members of the cast; they were all wonderful!” But I looked down the cast list and I just couldn’t do it. Oh dear.

In my defense, I’d like to mention that I felt AWFUL yesterday. I came home from work and slept for an hour an a half, got up, showered, and stoked myself with coffee, because I was DETERMINED not to miss this play. I was really glad I went, because it is laugh out loud funny, a real quality production. However, it did not get over till after 11 p.m. I got up at 3:30 a.m. to work. I’m afraid this is as much as I’m going to be able to write today.

Still, I can publish this much on closing night. At least I’ve given my beloved Ilion Little Theatre this much of a plug. And what’s to stop me from writing a continuation of this post tomorrow and mentioning every last cast member. It can’t entice anybody to see the show, but it might be worth a read. For more information on Ilion Little Theatre, visit their website at http://www.ilionlittletheatre.org. You can also like them on Facebook.