Once upon a time in a village called LaGrange in a kingdom called Georgia, there was a storytelling festival named after a beautiful flower called an azalea. From all across the land, men and women would gather, often bringing their little ones, to hear stories kindled by humor, nostalgia, a commitment to preserving history, and perhaps best of all the imagination…
With that introduction taken from an article by Mary Ann Anderson from the McClatchy-Tribune News Service (Posted: Wednesday, Feb. 08, 2012), I am proud to say that I will be attending the Azalea Storytelling Festival in LaGrange, Georgia, this weekend. I was invited by a dear friend of mine and I would tell you who that is but he might not like me mentioning his name. I am so grateful for his hospitality and am looking forward to the festival. I’ve never attended a storytelling festival before, but I’ve always wanted to do so. I’ve always loved hearing stories, and there is nothing like a great storyteller. I can remember hearing the great late Kathryn Tucker Windham tell some of her stories when I was a child. She used to visit our public library, and it was such a treat to see and hear her in person.
Speaking of storytellers, one of my most treasured memories with my mother is going to see Pat Conroy (author of The Prince of Tides and The Lords of Discipline) speak at my undergraduate university. He told some wonderful stories about his mother, and it was such a special experience to be there with my mother. A great storyteller not only keeps you entertained, but often will also take you on a roller coaster of emotions.
I can’t wait for the stories to be told this weekend.