Thanks largely to my friend Randy McCoach, I have a bit of
an update on my last
post. (Make sure to read it first before proceeding with this one!)
As mentioned previously, I did hours of research over the
course of a few days, trying to find any proof of the existence of a musical I believed
that I was in when I was much younger. The musical, I believed, was called Norman Rockwell’s America.
Randy read my post, left a kind comment, and set to work.
And this is what he discovered:
This clipping was
from the July 2, 1993 edition of the San
Bernardino County Sun (the county which Yucaipa is in).
Then, just to be extra sure, he did a bit more digging on my
behalf, and pulled up one other gem:
Same paper, March 6,
1993 edition.
It turns out that I was wrong about the year – I had guessed
’90 or ’91; the musical actually took place in ’93. Oops. Also, this would mean
that I was seven years old at the time of the performance (despite the casting
call saying the minimum age was eight – I would have turned eight just a few
weeks after the performances, though).
I was half-correct about a few other items, though:
- I had the name exactly right – Norman Rockwell’s America – as well as the college venue – Crafton Hills College.
- Crossroads Christian Fellowships of Redlands was the church my family was attending at the time. So yes, my connection to this musical came via church.
- Though I’m still unsure of where this musical originated (who wrote it, etc.), my impression has strengthened that it was most likely a local affair (as opposed to an actual licensed musical).
Also, happily, it turns out there’s no need for me to scour
YouTube in hopes that someone happened to have uploaded an amateur recording of
the musical all these years later. In presenting all of this to my mom, she was
able to present a VHS of the performance.
Now I just need a VCR (or, I suppose, I could find a company
that will transfer it to a DVD for me).
I was happy to hear that I was also correct about the first
two scenes that I modeled (The Runaway
and Family Home From Vacation). No
confirmation on the third scene yet – not until I find a way to watch the
video, at least.
All this to say:
I’m glad my memory isn’t always
out to lead me astray.
And I guess Alex Mandel is off the hook.
Despite these confirmations, I’m still holding out hopes
that I might be a time-traveler, though. Seems like it could be fun.
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