This was a trip into Middle Earth, don’t you know? A world where possibilities are unlimited. A world where you might see Marcel Marceau in Real Life!
I had the pleasure of seeing Marcel Marceau in person when I was a pre-teen. He performed at the Nixon Opera House in Winnemucca, Nevada. He was much better than the stilt-mime, but if imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then Marcel should be flattered.
If he was still alive. Which he isn’t.
But I said this was a trip to Middle Earth, didn’t I? And what was our first experience with alternative universes? I’m speaking of my generation, the generation that was introduced to the wonderful world of film and Special Effects that changed a world from black and white to Technicolor with a single knock on a mystical city gate.
Oz, of course. No, I didn’t see Dorothy or the Wizard, nor even Glinda the Good. No Scarecrow, and thankfully no Flying Monkeys. The Wicked Witch is dead, so that leaves her out, too. Munchkins, maybe. No, I didn’t even see the Tin Man.
But I did see the Tin Woman. She looks to be under the spell of the Dark Faerie beside her, so perhaps the Tin Man is on a Quest to come rescue her.
Or not. I don’t know what attracts a Tin Man to a Tin Woman. Aluminum foil?
Hey, I remember a movie where the actors wrapped their heads with tin foil to keep out the Alien’s voices. What movie was that?
If you remember, let me know. It was pretty funny.
In the 1970s, we were introduced to a whole other galaxy. One far, far away. And a long time ago.
I caught Princess Leia trying to go incognito as a Fey Person.
I’m pretty certain that isn’t Han Solo or Harrison Ford with her, so he must be an indentured servant carrying the little girl.
Or Leia is having an affair.
Or Harrison Ford is so busy being Indiana Jones that he isn’t taking care of business in the Galaxy, and Leia has moved on to an other, more attentive lover.
Yeah, that explanation works for me.
Speaking of Alternate Universes, check who else I saw at the festival:
Striking resemblance to Herself, if you ask me. Notice the hat. Faeries like their hats!
She shared a glass of wine with me, in a round about way. I loaned her beau a corkscrew and he cut open a water bottle into which he poured me a small drink of Secret House Winery’s Pinot Noir.
Too bad she wasn’t the real Whoopi.
Back to Middle Earth.
A Prince among Elves walked among us.
Who could he be but the regal Celeborn, father of Celebrian who wed Elrond the Half-Elven and grandfather of their child, Arwen!
Hey, wait a minute. I am Arwen’s mother. Darn, those faerie tales get me carried away!
When Arwen was a little girl, there was a cult movie that came out, starring David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly and Toby Froud. Toby starred as himself, in these cute little red-and-white striped pajamas. I had to make look-alike jammies for Arwen’s favorite doll, which she named Toby.
You can’t go to Faerieworlds and not have a Toby sighting.
Yes, the real Toby Froud, all grown up. Incidentally, he’s the same age as Arwen.
And still running around, playing with Goblins and Other Fey Creatures.
Jaci Dawn 