Along with the multitude of audiobooks, I also got a couple CDs from the library. I knew I would be spending some serious time in the car with my parents when we drove to visit my grandmother, and the only radio programming we agree on is Car Talk, Wait Wait Don't Tell Me and particular Broadway musicals, so I picked up this recording of Follies, which is a live concert recorded in 1985 of famous people just singing the music (rather than doing the whole play) with the NY Philharmonic.
It was very excellent, and also took me right back to 199... uh... 5? 1995? and high school's rendition of it. I found myself recalling all sorts of weird details, including the name of A*m** St*pp*er, someone whom I haven't thought about since probably 1995 itself. Do you H*mpfield people remember any funny stories from that year? Besides the apocryphal "Mr. Lehman, your arm is so hairy!" tale, which someone really should recount in the comments for those who didn't have the privilege of attending high school with us. :)
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I was just sorting laundry and looking at my HHS sweatshirt my parents bought me for X-mas in, oh, 1992, and thinking it's starting to look ratty. But I refuse to throw it away. It's so comfy and it reminds me of many a Friday night spent with many of you. Mmmm...Fink's french fries with salt and vinegar and hot chocolate.
Yes, Follies was 1995. The Mr. Lehman thing was earlier, though, because Jon would not have still been around in 1995.
The one memory I have from that show is when I came in on a Saturday to work on sets, and I was the only person there with Mr. Lehman. The canvas panels were laying face down on the stage, and he asked me to go get something out of the janitor's closet. I started walking across the panels (which everyone did), but I forgot that the stairs were also underneath there, and eventually I hit the part where there was no longer stage under the canvas and my foot went clear through the canvas. I was totally mortified, because, you know... Mr. Lehman.
I still a piece of the backdrop from that show - it's a couple of bricks that I cut out and kept. Remember the "floating bricks?" I remember splatter-painting those things for days.
we splatter painted anything that held still long enough to get spattered.
I must have been with you for the ransacking of Hackman, Liss, because I salvaged the same little square tiles and floating bricks that you have. For the longest time, my Lanky bedroom window was decorated with a piece of the drapey part of the fake red curtain we made to cover the proscenium. We went all out that year because we knew they were tearing the place down right away, so we did it UP! I had a splintery piece of the stage too. I think I might have let them go...it was hard.
I never knew the falling through the backdrop story. I do remember using the hot glue gun on the light blue styrofoam pieces that we made the set out of and liking how it sort of melted. I wish I had more funny stories for you and not as many dorky loner stories about art supplies and the my hoarded bits of auditorium ...
Mr. Lehman was amazing. What's he doing these days?
...aaaand he's teaching art at Hempy!
I totally remember your foot going through the canvas, Alissa! I don't think I was there when it actually happened, but I definitely remember you being mortified about it afterward.
I did not pillage any of the set, but I definitely remember all the materials and the hot glue on styrofoam and the splatter painting. And I don't think the word "procenium" has entered my brain since then.
Nurse Kelly, we need some Finks over here, stat.
No, no one else was there that day. Just me and Mr. L. Which is what made it SO mortifying... no one else around to blame or use as a distraction or run away with and hide in a corner. Nope. Just me, Mr. L. and my foot through a piece of canvas.
Mr. Lehman fell in love with some amazing woman and they have a bunch of kids. He made his wife a book- like he made the paper, too- and on the last page, he had tied her engagement ring with a ribbon. They got married in downtown Lancaster at Christmas time, and all the guests walked from the ceremony venue to the reception, which was the Fulton Bank building downtown? I think? And there were a bunch of Christmas trees all decorated with pictures of Mr. Lehman and his now wife, um, Mrs. Lehman, from when they were growing up. Mrs. P was there. She told me. :)
The arm thing happened when we were painting the barn set for Babes in Arms. And it was 1994. And we need to be very careful how we tell that story because over the years, it's taken on the status of a myth.
For the record: I was dating Jon. Jon was painting next to me and kept getting more paint out of the pan beside me. Then he went away and Mr. Lehman leaned over to get more paint for himself, and I thought it was still Jon and I nuzzled my cheek against his arm. And Mr Lehman was shocked and gave me this WTF? look, and I turned bright red, and I was like, "I thought you were someone else" and then someone else was like "WHAT?!!?" And Jon thought it was hilarious, and everyone laughed and went on to mock me saying, "Oh Mr. Lehman your arm is soooo HAIRY!" Those words never came out of MY mouth. All I said was, "I thought you were someone else" and something along the lines of "gaaahblerk." And it was awful.
And now it is very funny. And that is fine, and we can all laugh about it. But the second or third thing my mom said when she heard about the Todd S. scandal was, "Didn't you pinch Mr. Lehman's butt once in high school?" And I was all NO! and GAK! and OMGBBQZZZzz.
It was an accidental arm nuzzle and a case of mistaken identity. The end.
Haaaaa. The true story is still funny, and I love the additional embellishments over the years. Soon, you will have tried to make out with him in a dark practice room during study hall...
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