Sunday, May 30, 2010
Story tellers and story receivers
We decided we'd have a chocolate croissant or pain de chocolat with a cup of coffee. We took these treats out into the sunshine for to tell you the truth - the barn where the market is held, was a trifle cold so early in the day.
Sitting on one side of picnic table we took in the outdoor flower sellers and the chit chat of people coming down the road. Then we heard him.
"Watch where you're going - you jaboney!"
It was an elderly man shaking his walking stick at the driver of a truck that was trying to back into a very tricky spot. He looked a bit uneasy on his pegs as he approached the table where we sat.
"Do you mind if I join you lovely young ladies?"
I gestured to the seat across and told him we'd be happy to share our table with him.He commenced to chat to us. In short order we were told a wonderful story. It had everything I desire in a tale - a strong and interesting character, a surprising turn of events, wonderful and humorous details, big historical events as the background, forces of evil and good. And best of all it was all true.
No, I'm not going to tell you the story - not yet anyway. I'll just give a tidbit - it involved joining the Merchant Marines at the age of fifteen during WWII. And being torpedoed, taken prisoner and most importantly of all - losing his pay book.
Shortly after this adventure, Sarah and I met another elderly gent. This English chap owns a nursery and brings aquatic plants and heathers to sell at the market. I'd bought a 'red fred' heather last year and proceeded to kill it. I wanted to try again! So, I got to talking to him and told him that I had a victim die in the heather beds of the Annapolis Royal Historic Gardens. He loved it and started telling me all sorts of true stories about the politics of that place and various head gardeners etc...who had worked there. Struck gold!
How are your story listening skills?