Editorial
Front Page - Friday, December 18, 2009
I Swear...
Pageant time again!
Vic Fleming
By popular demand, I am again reminded of seasonal pageants past.
In particular, one written of by William Muehl. But also one featuring my own offspring.
And, of course, there also is the one directed by Rev. and Mrs. Wiggin in John Irving’s “A Prayer for Owen Meany.”
Each year the annual Sawyer Depot Christmas Pageant made Owen Meany mad. Owen took issue with the fact that “The smaller children were disguised as turtledoves. The costumes were so absurd that no one knew what these children were supposed to be; they resembled science-fiction angels, spectacular life-forms from another galaxy, as if the Wiggins had decided that the Holy Nativity had been attended by beings from faraway planets.”
The Wiggins also, in the spirit of a certain carol, insisted, as to Baby Jesus, that “no crying he makes.” To enforce this stipulation, “They were relentless in gathering dozens of babies backstage; they substituted babies so freely that the Christ Child was whisked from the manger at the first unholy croak or gurgle ….”
It bothered Owen that “Whoever played Joseph was always smirking — as if Joseph had anything to smirk about. ‘WHAT DOES JOSEPH HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OF IT?’ Owen asked crossly. ‘I SUPPOSE HE HAS TO STAND AROUND THE MANGER, BUT HE SHOULDN’T SMIRK!’ And always the prettiest girl got to play Mary. ‘WHAT DOES PRETTY HAVE TO DO WITH IT?’ Owen asked. ‘WHO SAYS MARY WAS PRETTY?’”
When I was 32, I played the role of Joseph. Mary’s role was filled by the pretty girl to whom I was/am married. We landed these parts because our 4 month-old, Ted, was solicited to play Jesus. Our 3 year-old, Elizabeth, cast as an angel, was instructed to stand beside us throughout the performance.
In a particularly Presbyterian scene, a dozen teenaged angels danced to a modern ballet arrangement of “Away in a Manger.” As Mary and I looked on, we were surprised to see a tiny angel bringing up the rear of the dance line, hopping, skipping, whirling as the spirit moved her. We’d been so busy trying to ensure that Baby Jesus make no crying that we failed to see Elizabeth fall in with the ballerinas.
Which leads to Dr. Meuhl’s experience. The former Yale Divinity professor and his wife were at a nursery-school Christmas play. As the manger scene began, three Virgin Marys appeared on stage — due to the school’s having acquired three Mary costumes over the years. For similar reasons, there were two Josephs.
The Holy Quintet entered the stage, followed shortly by 20 angels in diaphanous gowns with large wings of gauze. Then came the shepherds, 20 boys “dressed in burlap sacks and clutching an assortment of saplings which purported to be crooks. At this point an unfortunate discovery came to light.
“In order to be sure the angels and shepherds struck a pleasantly-balanced array on stage, the drama coach had made a series of chalk marks on the floor: a circle for each angel and a cross for each shepherd. She had urgently instructed these children that they were all to
find and stand on the appropriate symbols.
“But, unwisely, this marking had been done when the pupils were wearing their ordinary clothes: shorts, skirts, and blue jeans. When the angels came on, in their flowing robes, each of them covered not only their own circle, but the adjacent cross as well.
“The shepherds began looking for their places. Angels were treated as they had never been treated before. And at last, one little boy who had suffered through as much of this nonsense as he could handle, turned to where the teacher in charge was quietly going mad, and announced angrily: ‘These damn angels are fouling up the whole show! They’ve hidden all the crosses.’”
“Needless to say, his mother and I were deeply embarrassed.”
© 2009 Judge Vic Fleming v
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