Hmm...Not sure what to think about this one.
The Randy Players will present their FIRST EVER "Dinner And A Double Feature" at the Mississinawa Valley High School Cafetorium on Saturday, November 15th at 6:00 P.M. Doors open at 5:45 P.M.
Tickets are $25 per person which include a catered meal and two stage productions. For Tickets, contact any Randy Players Board Member or call (765) 964-7511. RP Board Members include: Scott Bissell, President, Jaime Stocksdale, Vice President, Toni Griffith, Treasurer, Philip Brewer, Secretary, Dennis Pratt, Treva Gough, Blake Clevenger, and Brad Hoggatt.
While you eat, please enjoy......
The Actor's Nightmare
A laugh-out-loud look into the dreams of ANYONE who's ever graced the stage (or wanted to)!!
Weird costumes? Missed lines? Strange props? All in just under 30 minutes? It ALL happens in this fantastic farce! A sure-fire treat WHILE you eat!
WARNING: Will cause fits of laughter!! Loud snorts and outbursts possible.
Feature Presentation: Love Letters
You'll laugh! You'll cry. You'll Remember....
Spanning a time of 40 plus years, this production tells the story of two people through written letters starting in third grade. A captivating tale of childhood dreams, misguided adventures, and sorrowful realizations, but NEVER forgotten love. - Starring Treva Gough and Philip Brewer
Trick-or-Treat will follow, from 6-8 pm
My name is Jennifer [Coffman] Rice; I’m the 6th generation of my family to be born and raised in Union City, on the Indiana side. This is the first in a series of my recollections of my hometown.
I’ve always considered Union City to be my “Mayberry”. It was a wonderful, safe place to grow up. As a child I could be very independent on my bicycle, riding from Lynn Street to school, downtown, my grandma’s, or the swimming pool. I knew the names of every neighbor on our street, and no one locked the doors on their houses. We shared a party line on the telephone, and the phone was attached to the wall, with a long spiral cord to the handset. You couldn’t walk around while you talked like you can today with a cell phone. When you called someone else in town, you didn’t have to dial the first two numbers 96, just 4-XXXX.
The town was a bit different when I was a child in the 60’s and 70’s. Westinghouse, Hardy’s (Sheller Globe), and The Body Company were running strong, providing good jobs for folks; even the Backstay Welt was still in business. The “bypass” out on Hwy 28 by Reichard Funeral Home didn’t have any businesses there yet; in fact Russ Reichard was still in grade school in my class! So most of the shopping was done downtown.
I went to Kindergarten and first grade at the old West Side School (now Hoosier Place), then attended second grade at the newly-built North Side Elementary in 1964. I attended high school at the current high school building, and at that time it was grades 8-12. That building was built the year I was born, in 1957. You went to high school before that at the West Side/Hoosier Place building, which my mother graduated from in 1948.
When I was living in Union City, I remember there was at least one brick street still remaining, because I can remember the feel of it under my bicycle tires. I believe it was Plum Street, on my way to school. The street I lived on (Lynn St.) was one of the few where new homes were being built, and it was gravel and a dead end. I clearly remember the day it was paved because I wasn’t permitted to cross it for a little while because it was tarry. Years later the street extended into the woods at the end, and looped around to attach to Park Avenue, ending its quiet “dead end” status.
It was wonderful to grow up having a sense of community. The people in my neighborhood were the same folks I saw at church, in the stores, at school, and in the grocery store. My mother and her friend across the street did their laundry together. People dropped by without having to call first. Visiting one another was called “neighboring”, and we kids played with one another.
The swimming pool was a favorite place for me to be in the summer. I’d ride my bike there, get my season ticket punched, and hit the concession stand for some of those pretzel rods I was so fond of. I’d meet a few friends, sit in the sun, listen to the radio from the loud speakers, bob around in the cool water . . . it made for a great day!
The pool was in Harter Park. At that time the cemetery across the street didn’t come down that far, there was only one shelter house in the park, there weren’t any ponds, nor any streets within the park (only the one that encircled it). Some of the playground equipment, which is now old enough to be a little rusty, wasn’t even there yet when I was a kid. The Parkview addition didn’t exist then, but I later went to a Christmas party there in the late 70’s.
I hope you’ll join me again for Episode 2; it’s about my grandma’s house across the tracks. Later I’ll tell you about the stores downtown, school, and more.