Mid 1980's. Behind the loose rehearsal set for our play, I was stuffing my winter socks into my mother's bra, transforming from my role as the sandwich-board-wearing, singing pig to the obnoxiously-vain queen. I was nervous about my fellow actors watching me put this giant bra on over my t-shirt, and remembered Julie's words from when we'd been swimming at the beach just last summer. She'd been changing into her swimsuit, under the veil of her shirt, and said, "I don't know why I'm shy; I have nothing to hide!"
Julie was my best friend's mother, the cooker of tofu dinners and the owner of fluttery, gentle hands that tucked me into bed on the hundreds of nights I slept in her home. She was the giver of twenty-five cents' allowance to any child who happened to wake up in her home on a Sunday morning, and the offerer of hugs, should any of us need them. When she offered me the role of the pig and the queen in her and Jack's new theatre program, Tir-na-nOg, I accepted because I loved her. I accepted because I knew I'd be safe with her. And I was.
And in the refrain of the play we performed, (yes, of course it's normal for a play to have a refrain!) we sang,
My leaves, they fall, like yellow tears
My leaves, they fall, like yellow tears
My bones, they are bared, to the bite of the wind
I am fading away; I am fading away
…because, collectively, we young performers were a tree, and the wind, and whatever else we needed to be for the beautiful, heart-full, obscurely profound story we were telling to the handful of parents who came to watch us.
Close your eyes, follow me, come and see
Close your eyes, follow me, come and see
The words of this song still permeate my dreams, now that I'm fifty. Now I'm fifty, Jack and Julie's little theatre school has nurtured two generations into adulthood, including my own children. They worked with a local developer to build a space for their dream, and have been operating out of this little space for decades, now. On the east side of the building is a wide open room full of props and costumes, some chairs, and the spirit of so many imaginative group adventures that have echoed off its walls, over the years. It's the space where Jack gathers children's ideas around a story and helps knit them all into an adventuresome script. It's where Julie flits through the developing story, reflecting and celebrating each child's contributions with a kind of joy that infuses the whole room with glittery delight. On the west side of the building, Jack has built a spectacular theatre. It's small, but supremely functional, and his beautiful curved walls, trap doors and secret passageways have inspired much creativity for the children who use them. The set is empowering to children, because it gives them a way to work with their resources and surprise people with ingenuity. Julie paints the set; the backdrops. Julie brings the ephemeral magic to the space. This building, and the nurturing of our children's dreams within it, are a foundation of our community, you might say.
Tir-na-nOg isn't just the Land of Perpetual Youth. It's the place where youth is a key to growth. A place where imagination, delight and authenticity play with each other in the spaces between children's faces. And adults'. Because now many children stay with Jack and Julie into adulthood. Some have gone on to very successful careers in the performing arts, but no matter where their life-paths have gone, all have had their lives enriched, their confidence bolstered, and their prospects widened by the lessons they learned at Tir-na-nOg.
My own first child was one of these. Taliesin knew Jack and Julie personally; had played with their grandson in their small apartment above the theatre school, and had gone to see their school's plays multiple times, as well. He wanted SO much to be a part of this magical world. But he was also one of the shyest children I'd ever known, so actually going in to the first day of theatre class proved to be impossible for him. We tried again every week, even taking homeopathic stagefright remedy, arriving before the other children, and more acclimatization visits… to no avail. After six weeks, Jack worried that Taliesin was missing too much of the year's program, and suggested maybe we should wait until the following year. But Tali was determined, and somehow just the sound of Jack's soft gentle voice gave him the confidence he needed, and… he just went in!
That year Taliesin created a non-speaking role for himself, but then started taking on speaking parts, and eventually leading roles with many many lines, that he diligently practised, while also making himself costumes, often with friends who were also in the program. Taliesin went on to create YouTube videos about science topics he was interested in, as well as animations and comedy. He acted in various school plays, but his dream career is not theatre. That doesn't mean the gifts he got from Tir-na-nOg aren't still serving him.
In adulthood, Taliesin became a digital artist, building upon the creativity and confidence nurtured at Tir-na-nOg. And he also ended up working part-time for the H.R. MacMillan Space Centre, while he lived in Vancouver. He became that quintessential inspired science-show-guy, excitedly demonstrating rocket propulsion and other seeming miracles to a crowd of parents and kids! When I went to watch his show, I cried with joy. In the audience that day were a few children, and as he looked out into their eager and shy faces, I saw the same look in his eyes that I know from Jack. He saw them. I mean he really connected with those kids; took their questions at face value and, gently but enthusiastically, made his science show theirs. When he brought up a kid to help him demonstrate, that kid knew he was safe up there on the stage, which is a gift Tali got from Jack and Julie, and now passes on to younger children, as well.
So many of Tir-na-nOg's alumni are spreading Jack and Julie's gifts to the world. Some even still live on the island and are more directly still associated with the school.
Jack and Julie's gift may be spreading into the world, but the fate of the theatre school itself is now in jeopardy. Jack is undergoing treatment for aggressive prostate cancer, and Julie has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's. The fact that they managed to keep the school operating so long with their current troubles is a miracle, indeed, but now they need our help. Our community is fundraising to pay off their building loan, so that the dream of Tir-na-nOg can continue, without their constant personal involvement. Donations can be made at https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-jack-julie
And in our future, may we continue to see our children grow into their confidence. May we continue to see their dreams blossom, and Jack and Julie's gifts spill out into the bigger world. Maybe we continue to hum, as we walk along,
Close your eyes, follow me, come and see
Close your eyes, follow me, come and see