How can I experience the feelings of childhood at the age of seventy-seven? For many the answer is to spend time with your grandchildren–and I did that–but mine are now high school and college age and they are striving to become adults. That is not bad if you do not forget the lessons of childhood in your rush to grow up. I think life works best when we advance through the stages while retaining the lessons from each time in our lives. This might be one way to define the idea of human consciousness. My point is that, as an old man, I feel the need for a refresher course, a re-connection with the consciousness of a child!
Oral storytelling has been at the center of my adult life. For the twenty years that Nancy and I have lived in Doylestown we have welcomed friends and neighbors to join us in the summer for stories in our backyard. For many years the group that gathered was predominantly adult; then two years ago, we had ten to twelve young children show up in the front row. Several young families had moved into the neighborhood. Luckily, several of our tellers were able to change their stories for that night to appeal to our young audience members. After that evening of storytelling, I became more aware of the sounds of neighborhood children playing outside in the warm seasons of the year.
The gift of play is one of the things we can learn from children. I wrote about this in a previous essay called “The Master’s Pay”. One night last fall, as Nancy and I were enjoying a meal on the patio, we heard the sounds of the neighborhood children still playing as night arrived. This experience led me to the idea of engaging these children in a form of creative play. I have many stories that were told in school assembly programs over the years. These stories all have a written text, and some have audio and video recordings, but they have not been published as books with illustrations.
The idea is to engage the neighborhood children in creating the pictures to illustrate a fable called “Ice Cream Mud”, a story that was created with my own children more than forty years ago! A professional illustrator of children’s books, who lives here in Doylestown, has agreed to help with the project. When we have the finished children’s art works, she will compose the illustrations that will appear in the book.
We have eleven neighborhood children, ages eight to twelve, signed up for our community arts project! The evening of June 17 we will gather in our backyard again. I will tell Ice Cream Mud and talk briefly about fables as a story form. Pat Achilles, our professional illustrator, will talk about materials and guidelines for the pictures the children will create. We will both be available through the summer to interact with the children and their parents as they work on the drawings. Hopefully, by the first week in August, we will meet again to gather the art work and share stories about the process. If all goes well, we will have a completed book for the holiday season in December.
So do I think that I can reengage with the child in me through this community art project? Honestly, I do not know the answer to this question. It has been more than ten years since I regularly engaged children with my stories. Lately, I have been thinking more about growing old and dying as discussed in my last essay, “The Uninvited Guest”. The aches and pains of my seventy-seven year old body stifle my interest to physically engage in much play these days. On the other hand, my intellectual and emotional interests have not diminished with aging. I still have a curious mind and soul. I want to better understand what it means to be a kid today and, if possible, to encounter something of that ten year old boy, Raymond Lowell Gray, who was kicking about in 1952!