Saturday, December 31, 2005

 

2005

Greetings from Columbus, with sincere thanks to all of you who haven’t given up on us. We love getting news of your lives and want you to know that our silence meant not distance, but distraction and, well, just over-overload from the incredibly crazy turns and complications life has presented recently--many successes, some near misses, some sadnesses, some exhaustion, and much to be grateful for.
Alan had to bring in 2005 by himself, unfortunately, since Ann was ill with the bronchitis she brought back from England as a souvenir, but he did it in Woods fashion: he leapt into action and, between keeping the humidifier filled and nursing Ann with bowls of hot soup and toast, he began planning the second Eileen Heckart Senior Playwriting Contest. Again, as it turned out, a remarkable outpouring: 459 entries. And they just got better. This time top honors went in a couple of categories to not one, but two plays, so tight was the judging. In the meantime, he found himself meeting with the neighborhood activitists, not wanting to let the energy dissipate that produced a clear plurality for John Kerry in Columbus even if Kerry did lose Ohio (apparently--but that’s another story--and you can find it at www.freepress.org/index2.php) and thus the election. After several months, Alan helped write the by laws and create the Uptown Progressives, part of a new Coalition of Democratic and Progressive organizations that is changing politics in Central Ohio. (And check out www.uptownprogressives.com and www.coalitioncentralohio.org/)
With both playwriting and political projects under way, he set out again for South Africa, working with a colleague to set up an exchange program between OSU and Tshwane University of Technology in Pretoria.

Alan promotes international exchange with Tshwane's Allan Munro in a Johannesburg casino. It's hard work, but somebody's got to do it--
As soon as he was back in late February, Kate (now Kat) called to say she and Patrick Prentice, the Navy meteorologist stationed in Iceland whom she’d told us about meeting while he was on special assignment to the Persian Gulf, were now more than serious, they were engaged.

We were thrilled. They started speaking about a wedding in May. We were aghast, asking them to consider all a wedding entails. In truth, we didn’t tell them all the details--since we had yet to discover them ourselves. Mercifully, without prompting, and deeply tempered as joy was by the sadness of Patrick’s father, Robert, dying weeks before, they considered their own busy schedules and concluded September would be better.

By now Ann was into the 2005 University of Kentucky alumni award (for John Henry, sculptor)--this time she made it of fabric shapes in a box she constructed:
The certificate, in UK blue

The certificate reversed
The certificate reversed into brightly colored geometric shapes which echo Henry's work; see www.johnhenrysculptor.com/ for examples of his work
Ann was still churning out text and models for the second calligraphy book, which, based on her research in Siena, she had convinced Zaner-Bloser, should be on Formal Chancery. Meanwhile, Alan was fully engaged in rehearsals for the fiftieth anniversary of Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee’s Inherit the Wind at Ohio State. Since it was to be an all undergraduate show, he cast 45 students, without regard to gender or ethnicity.

Thus it was that Matthew Harrison Brady was played by an African-American woman, the preacher was Chinese-American, and the townspeople were extremely diverse. And the crowd scenes worked so well that he was asked to give a workshop on crowd improvisational techniques at the Kennedy Center American College Theatre Midwest Regional Festival in early 2006.
Alan gives notes
He also brought in local celebrities and dignitaries as the jury, putting them in the first row of the auditorium, so that the trial scenes could be played directly to the audience. And to top it all off, Jerome Lawrence’s niece, Deborah Robison, attended a performance in mid May to announce an endowment fund of over a million dollars to the Institute as a bequest from Jerry, and that the Institute will receive a portion of the royalties from Lawrence and Lee plays in perpetuity. A grand end to the academic year!

We had already arranged a June trip to Boston, Ann to study a formal chancery manuscript in the Houghton and Alan to resume earlier research in Harvard’s Theatre Collection. Alan had the playwriting contest in full swing and had just completed a workshop training new audio describers for VSAO (formerly Very Special Arts Ohio), Ann’s second book wasn’t finished, and she had agreed to make Kate’s wedding gown.
Help!
Boston was great fun, and research was fruitful--even though we hadn’t noticed that the Thursday of the week we’d planned to spend at Harvard was their spring Commencement. No getting near Cambridge that day! So we rented a car and drove to the North Shore, revisiting Alan’s boyhood hometown where we hadn’t been for some 38 years. The current owner of the house Alan’s parents were the first to own was home and invited us in--

Robin Davis and Alan in South Hamilton
and spent a wonderful four hours showing us changes and learning herself about the history of the neighborhood. We then returned to Columbus, to plan for The Wedding. It was clearly time to really get to work. Ann's books were finally finished by late June,


for more information, see www.zaner-bloser.com/html/hwgen.html


--so that allowed her to plunge into long, long days, day after day, to bring the gown (based on one worn by a character in a science fiction series on a DVD), as well as the veil, into being, in time. Since Kat was out to sea and on duty the entire summer, there could be no fittings, and worse, all the other arrangements fell on us as well. Kat did create her own remarkable invitations, drawing on her skills as a CCAD-trained graphic designer. Most of you have been through this, so we needn’t elaborate, but we hadn’t and we were at warp speed from mid-June on.
In fact, Ann barely had time to acknowledge being named Champ-Pen early in July, winner not only in her age category, but over all, of the World Handwriting Contest, (for a story, see www.thisweeknews.com/print_template.php?story=thisweeknews/072105/common/News/072105-News-620285.html -- and for more about the World Handwriting Contest, go to www.global2000.net/handwritingrepair/WHAC/ ) or even to savor the August issue of Scripsit (the journal of the Washington, D.C. Calligraphers Guild) that included a brief, but handsomely designed article on her work by Michael Clark. That Alan was nominated for the prestigious Ohio Governor’s Award in the Arts was virtaully left in the dust as we flew ahead (although, Alan adds, that same Governor‘s being convicted of accepting bribes later in the summer didn‘t). Amid all this, in August, Alan, still plying Ann with nourishment as she sewed and sewed, team-taught an intensive seminar on theatre and aging--the first graduate level courses in the topic in the country, part of a new focus he‘s created with his colleague Joy Reilly, a pioneer in the field and who taught the other half of the daily grind that had them both in class from 8:30 a.m to 5:30 p.m. for two weeks. And he followed that with a second week-long International Center for Women Playwrights‘ Retreat, with twenty playwrights here for daily workshops and readings. So by mid August he was happy to turn to concerns over reception menus, the size and shape of the wedding cakes, linens, and string trios.
In the end, it all turned out perfectly--a perfect day, a perfect setting, everyone had a place to stay despite the influx of Texas Longhorns for the OSU game and Honda‘s 4000 strong sales force--even the butterflies (almost smothered when USPS left them out in the heat at the wrong address, never bothering to get the required signature) actually revived and flew, and the horse-drawn carriage arrived.

We commend you to www.columbusnavywedding.blogspot.com for ALL the details and links.
As Mr. and Mrs. Prentice left on their honeymoon, Mr. and Mrs. Woods sighed relief.
It had been a true marathon. We’d been on overdrive over-long. Now we really needed time out. So, after first canning the gallons of sauce made from the tomato plants that sprang up unbidden in the garden we’d vowed not to have this summer but hadn’t had the heart to plow under,

some of the many quarts of tomato sauce, both yellow and red, in the pantry; imagine how many we'd have if we'd actually planted tomatoes?
and after conducting two marbling workshops that were already on the books, Ann has begun taking it easier, getting more sleep and reducing stress, and catching up as catch can. But intriguing projects continue: leather journals and art for a Children’s Hospital exchange program, lettering commitments, planning a brush class for the new year. Other projects and deadlines loom for both of us, but all in time. Alan, of course, had no time out, plunging back into classes shortly after the wedding, doing an appraisal of materials donated to a university in Indiana, and working on an exciting new project for developing new plays that should come about in the next year or so--but which required lengthy planning meetings now. There was the matter of the new roof--after some eight years, the bitumen roof we had put on began to leak--raccoons biting through. So we returned to the original gravel and tar. Very expensive, but it'll last longer than we will!
Ann on roof
For now, we look back at a busy year--an astonishing year, really--thankful for each other, for our “little” Kate grown now into an accomplished woman, for our dear friends and family, especially our whole new family that has come with our remarkable, creative son, and knowing deeply how much we have to be grateful for. ...besides, we’re dancing again. No longer quite as spry, but hopefully a bit wiser, we charge on and wish you and yours what this picture suggests --a “cushy” new year.

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