time flies!!! part 2

After San Francisco the next and last stop was Montreal for the SCCC (Storytellers of Canada) national conference. However I did make one final pit stop in Toronto to try and rest as the all the travelling was beginning to take it toll and to it gave me the chance to say goodbye to people in the hostel that had made Toronto home over the last month, and who I hope our paths will cross again.Thank you so much to Lindon, Pete, Dave, Dimitri, Laura, Sandra, Mary, Anna, Iman, Stephie, Nicole, Marijanka, Mossy, Hendrik, Kathrin, Amelia, Gordiano, Robbie, Goran, Marcin and Vera for making Toronto unforgettable, it was a barrel of a time!

With one last teary glance I said farewell and headed for Montreal a few days later than planned, and several hours later thanks to the bus deciding it had its own special timetable (at this point in my travels I was so over the bus journeys, to other WCMT travellers I give this piece of advice… take the train, or in fact just treat yourself to the plane, you’ll have more energy to do your work!) Finally reached Montreal, tired, hungry and on the brink of a hypo, then I found the storytellers with food, and soon sleep and the world was a better place!

The next morning the conference started, and just like the NSN conference a whirl of faces and names, workshops and performances filled the area, and information and contacts abound at every avenue. I will admit that my energy levels were not what they had been in Cincinnati, and getting up early and staying up late to catch people to chat about youth storytelling just wasn’t physically possible, and with the venue having no air-con everyone was finding staying awake tricky. However I did manage a conversation here and there, interviews, and I came away from it with pockets of cards to contact people who I knew I wouldn’t get the chance to talk over the weekend. I spoke to Jennifer Caley about how she got the Canadian arts council to recognise storytelling as an art form in its own right, which would hugely beneficial around in UK. Ruthanne Edward’s workshop on Story Slams was a wealth of discussion about getting young/youth into storytelling, and the methods, and the AGM of the conference was unlike any AGM I have ever been too, so much fun and silliness… got to say I approved.

The SCCC 2012 Storyquilt

The SCCC 2012 Storyquilt, I so wanted this, its a beautiful idea!!!

I also got to see the Story quilt, which is a bit of a Tradition, a new one is made each year byt the storytellers and the auditioned off to raise money to support the ‘Story Save’ project, which aims to record the voices of the older storytellers in the community, so they aren’t lost forever.

The Lovely Ladies from Ottawa, Gail, Ruthanne, Caitlyn and Me

The Lovely Ladies from Ottawa, Gail, Ruthanne, Caitlyn and Me

It was also really lovely to see many of the tellers I had met on my way around Canada, Mary from St John’s, Dan, Donna, Marylyn and Molly from Toronto, and the lovely ladies from Ottawa Gail, Ruthanne and Caitlyn, Dear Ole Winston even turned up on my last night…

Sir Winston, hanging on the wall of the Sir Winston Churchill Pub, Montreal

Sir Winston, hanging on the wall of the Sir Winston Churchill Pub, Montreal

My last weekend of my trip rushed past in a heat haze of stories, and sweet memories, and ended by being asked to tell a story at the closing ceremony of the conference, which I felt very honoured to do. Thank you to all those who made the SCCC conference amazing, including Cindy Cambell, Renée Englot, Nicolas Rochette, Marylyn Peringer, Dan Yashinsky, Stéphanie Bénéteau, Norman Walker, Petronella van Dijk, Peter Jarvis, Sylvi Belleau, Mary Fearon, Yannic, Judith Poirier, Yves Robitaille, Jan Andrews, Jennifer Cayley, Jennifer Ferris, Gail Anglin, Ruthanne Edwards, Caitlyn Paxon, Donna Dudinsky,

I can honestly say I never wanted the final hours of my trip to come, and found that I could of happily spent the whole six weeks in each place I went and still had more questions and more contacts to discover. I had some of my pre-trip thoughts confirmed, I had some questions answers, and discovered many more to ask. I was inspired by people, stories, places, moments, chocolate and the generosity of everyone I met my way around. I will be forever grateful for the opportunity that the Winston Churchill Memorial Trust has awarded me, and have appreciated each and every moment people have spared to talk, listen and advise me, and even cheered me on from back home. I may not always had as much time with people as I would have like, but every second counted and has touched, inspired, and altered me forever.

I have learnt that for all I want to achieve in my project this trip was not the whole conversation, but the beginning of a dialogue, so I know already that I will return and hopefully often and soon.

 

 

Internet Killed the Backpacker!!!

So I went from the thronging conference held in the swanky Marriott Hotel in Cincinnati to the back street backpackers hostel in Toronto, it was always goign to be a change, but having been a keen and well travelled backpacker in the past I was prepared, or at least I thought I was.

It wasn’t the best of starts, the plane was delayed in Cincinnati due to bad weather, and I mean BAD, don’t believe check the news about Ohio! It was beautiful arriving into Toronto on the tail end of Canada Day, as I flew over the city all the fireworks were going off – stunning and at the same time disconcerting have things fly up and explode as you are descending. Just for good measure the bus was late and when I arrived into the room expecting even at this late hour backpackers still to be up due to the celebrations, everyone was asleep!

So I slept missing all my new found friends from the conference, and Monday I got on with my day (which consisted of finding Godiva’s chocolate shop – a girl has her priorities! – and getting my Canadian phone up and running) I get back to the hostel thinking I should spend a little time catching up on blogging and emails, to find the hostel slient once more, people were awake, but all plugged into their laptops. I remember when hostels were bursting with stories, but sadly this is no longer the case, rather than going out and exploring the many wonders of Toronto they sit watching episodes of tv shows or films… I was at a lost as to what technology has cost us.

So OK, I am right here being one of them, I do get the irony about complaining about everyone plugged into the internet while being plugged into the internet – but I am after all on a working trip, and part of that is to report what I find.

However I will be spending sometime away from the computer over the next few days as plans have had to change somewhat. The course I came to Toronto to work on and review was cancelled due to lack of bookings, which is the first time in 30years it hasn’t run – typical! So rather than sit around I am heading up to Ottawa to visit the story circle there, and dash back to Toronto for their story circle Friday night and story tent on Saturday morning where I will be meeting Dan Yashinsky.

But I have not been bummping around waiting for the bus to leave, I met up with Marylyn Peringer who was going to be running the course to find out what would of happen. From what she told me it was going to start quite literturcey (bear in mind I’m dyslexic) based, and build over 4 days to develop a traditional tale for telling. Marylyn took for dinner and dancing bear foot in the ‘Winston Churchill Park – he is most definitely keeping tabs on how my trip is going, Cheers Sir Winston!

International Hide and Seek with Sir Winston… I see you!

No good looking the other way Sir C, the sign gave it away!

And just to prove story is in every fibre of my being, while I was out on the street a Greenpeace canvaser stopped me with the words ‘hey let me tell you a story’ so I stopped and he did, it was great, so being the kind of person who thinks a gift should be met with one in return especailly when it comes to stories, I told him an ancient Roman tell of enviromentalism and consumerism. So happy was he I have been invited to come tell at one of their meetings :)

Ooh and an opportunity has come my way which is mind blowing!!!! But right now its a secret, I might even give a prize if you can guess :)

Stories will travel, and be our passport to places we would usually get too.

And rememebr if you are out there reading this, let me know, it is never lonely or quiet on the road with stories in your heart, but it is nice to know there are others out there.

Much love y’all!