Well, hello. I sure am glad y'all stopped by. I was beginin' to lonely-fy myself. I reckon you stopped by to hear my world famous recollections which often turn into long, pointless, rambling stories? Well, now, it just so happens that I have a story. Well, a long time ago, back at the way begining of summer, when the rodies were just begining to bloom, in a forest clearing way out, oh, out past Dugan's lake a ways, some local yahoos gathered themselves and figgered theys sh'd put themselves on a play. Now, these were theater folk, and they got together some costumes, and music, and a big ol' honkin' sound system that may or may not have worked, dependant on the coalation with Venus. They built some sets, and learned thems part, and got themselves looking right grand, and they put on this play. Now, they put on The Sound of Music, seein' as how that takes place in Austria, and there's an a in the name of the state where this play was performed. The locals rode up thar to see these folk. Even some out of town folk came up, and they all had a grand time. They laughed at the jokes, they cried at the sentimentality of the whole situation these Van Topes, er, Von Trapps, had gotten theys self into, and then they laughed again when the Nazis came out. Now the Nazi's, they were a mean clan, and weren't used to bein' laughed at. When I was in the war, I laughed at a Nazi, and he killed me right then and there, but I lived and came back home. I lived in Nebraska in them days, and I owned a small farm, only about 100 acres, and then in '62, I believe, I sold it for 20,000. And I mean dollars, not pennys, mind you. And that was worth something in those days. Now you can't buy a stick of gum for $20,000. Not good gum, anyways. My aunt Martha had gum surgery last week, so now she's got some good solid gum tissue, and why's it that whenever a guy talks about facial tissue, he says kleenex? Even the off brand. When I had my farm, I had a branding iron, and one day I accidently sat on it. I still got the scar, see? My neighbor's name is Scarr, and sometimes I go over there, cause he grows good peaches. My other neighbor, Arlo, he grows pears, not peaches, and he doesn't get as much fruit growth because these parts arn't so good as to be growin' peaches in. Well, anyway, I - what? you don't want to hear about ol' Peaches the cat, cause you know, he climbed a tree so far, the volunteer firemen had to bring over TWO ladders, an' they - what? Pichers? Of The Sound of Music? Now, let's see. . . No, I don't recollect no Sound of Music round these parts, but in '58, Jimmy and the gang started up a band, but none of them even knew how to play an instermint, so that pretty much fell apart, much like my old shed out back. That was built back in, uh, '45 I believe, when my great - what? In my hand? Oh! Would ya looky thar? I do have some pichers here! Why sho's you can see them, while I tell you about my shed. What that? Well, no, I don't reckon I NEED to tell you the story, but It is a daindy, I's sho! No? Well, I don't reckon I wanted to tell yo noways.



This'n here's got the back of sum uh them Von Trapps, I believe.

Now, this'n here's reeeeeeeeal intr'stun, on account uh that this here doggy, name uh Bar Talk, was just backstage, when suddenly, 'e was in the show! I reccun he di'n't have to audition, or nuthin!

This 'ere's the Kitsap cabin, and it's the meety place of the Mountain Pioneers Play Folk Group, and it's perty gush d'rn old, tho' not so old as I am, heh heh!

Now, one of the sets these play folk had was a gazebo that they built on-stage each show, and these burly gentlemen would get applause each time. Now, this here's not one of those burly gentlemen.

Here's another set piece, but I'll bet this'n never got any cheers. That's right, I'm talkin' 'bout the rood screen, or better known to those close to the play, the RUDE screen. This screen never did work right, did it?

This here's backstage after the final show, and everyone's walkin' 'round wondering what on earth to do with the weekends now, and then they realiz'de they had forgotten what in carnation a weekend was.

After each show, the cast would come back onto the stage area, and meet and greet and mingle with the audience members. This is one such time.

Now, when these cast folks got to realizin' exactly how many weeks it was they'd gone without flush toilets, and then the methane fumes get into the heads of such cast members, and sometimes these folks would get a bit disgruntled when this happened. This happened to the boy Friedrick, and so he went on a rampage with a sword to revenge the foul odor of the port-o-johns.

This is Friedrich, again, though without the demonic hatred pictured before.

These folks in the woods were living in the '90s, and their hair reflected as such. Therefore, before each show they had to cement their heads to look '20s, and it looked like this.

To go along with hair, they had to do away with their personalities, and replace 'em with that of ther char'cter. This is more hair styling, with Friedrick walking in silent meditation to get into character.

Gee, doggidy, it shor did take a long time to do that hair!

Lots of times, a family of a cast member would ride on down to the theater, and the ma's and pa's would wear orange vests and park cars, while brothers and sisters look sad because they had to get up so urly in the morn' to catch a fairy on Saturday.

To comyunicate from thuh theater to the parking lot, the adult types would attatch headsets to th'mselves, and, occassionally, one of the younger folk would mange to get a hold of one, like this boy, Kurt.

This here girl is name of Megan. No, wait! It's Lauren. Actually, now that I think of 't, it was Megan. Or was it Lauren? No, It's Megan. Or Lauren. I know! It's Lauregan!

This here school teacher was playing Maria, the singing wannabe nun. She's the one who got them Van Truck family kids singing, too.

This here's a flock of penguins, which, despite what you may believe, is quite an unusual sight in the Forest Theater. Oh! I'm sorry, it's a flock of nuns! These durn glasses.

Well now, this would appear to be the processional at a wedding, leading to a coffee can with a strange aura nearby. Perhaps it is the spirit of the dead body lying in the ferns? I reckon, rather, that it's an error in the picher!

This is a picher of that boy Ralph, with some out of costume nuns, one which is making a blatant Coke-a-cola commercial!

When these plays are over, often times it'll get them cast members a bit in the sad, when they are a-feared that they might sleep in on a Saturday by accident, and become well rested. This creates a mighty sadness in the air of the girls cabin, pichered here.

This theater's seating arrangement went as such: people sit on rocks and dirt, and, in return for this fine manner of cumf'rt, they are quite eager to stand up at the end, and give the cast a standing, or half-standing, as the case might be, ovation!

This'n shows how the theater looks without no folks on it at all.

This here's a picher of the chil'un of the Van Halen family. My, ain't them the cootist thangs ya ever seein'?

These are the same 'uns, tho' with sum uther chil'uns thrown in for good measure.

These are the men of the Von Tourniquet family, excluding the Cap'n, of c'rse.

Well now, I reck'n that thar's a GHOST! Or, if not, perhaps it's just a nun in white.

Listen again to the Sound of Music