Saturday Nov. 6

Kage Baker was my designer for Dickens Fair. The Parlour of the Green Man was formed in her mind. We’ve been working on it for 10 years now- this is the 11th year beginning right now – and in a week’s time we will start putting up the walls again.

Today, though, was for paperwork and renewing friendships and finding all  the props and clothes and actors. It was about getting new gloves, finally indulging in that satin bodice, learning to waltz. It was about starting the three weeks of juggling stage gigs and street gigs and visits from wandering Queens and who will or will not eat hard boiled eggs, so I can fit 3 sit down luncheons, 4 visits from Charles Dickens and a Royal Progress into one Parlour during a single afternoon.

Was a long crazy day. Lots of hugs, a few tears, the hundreds of familiar faces with whom I spend my Extreme Christmas. As the inestimable Mr. Grimaldi would say for the Christmas Panto, Here we are again!

And glad to be so.

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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2 Responses to Saturday Nov. 6

  1. Valerie says:

    I’m so looking forward to your stories about the Fair!

    • Roger (in a Bow) says:

      I do so miss being able to indulge in Dickens Faire . . . One year, in the Father Christmas parade (whatever it was really called) back before “real beard” Santa’s were commonplace, I got to be the motive power (chair pusher) for the hobby-horse “pulled” sleigh with a very real Pere Noel. In the setting of that faire I saw an amazing number of kids and adults almost beside themselves over seeing, finally, the real, true, one and only Father Christmas . . . more than a few adults even teared up . . . a great and wonderous faire. . . . Alas, middle age has me bursting out of my frockcoat, and more commitments than I can shake a peppermint stick at . . . . 😐

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