Monthly Archives: June 2015
When I first joined the SCA nearly 30 years ago one of the first things I was taught is that someones camp is their home and that you don’t just walk in to their camp uninvited any more than you would walk in to their mundane home without knocking at the door and being acknowledged.
Although it hasn’t been reported in a number of years, there have been incidents of people’s camps being stolen from; as in money being taken from inside peoples personal tents. And I happen to know of one recent incident where a person was caught just before entering a persons RV when no one was present.
So there are reasons to be concerned over being aware of who is in your space.
But this problem is more basic than that. For the past three years I have paid particular attention to this issue and I have been more than a little dismayed to realize that there hasn’t been a single camping event that I have been set up at in that time when my camp hasn’t been tromped through by people with no clue whatsoever that they are invading someones space.
And I am not just talking about children running around playing, although that certainly happens. I’m more than willing to give the benefit of a doubt to children who are just being children. We don’t like it when they are running through, but usually a simple request is enough to move them to some place acceptable for their activities.
But I have had adults leave their children in my camp. Children who weren’t even playing with any of the children who are a part of my camp! They just leave their children because they seem to think I’m willing to be a babysitter. Sorry, but West Kingdom Youth Activities rules apply in my camp; if there isn’t an adult who belongs to that child right there then that child doesn’t get to be there.
Oh, and while I am diverging slightly about children, if you are unkind or intolerant to the children who are a part of my household then you will be summarily dismissed from my camp. I don’t care if you are kid friendly or not. Those kids are a part of my family and they have more right to be there then you do. If you disrespect them then you are disrespecting me.
No, I am talking about adults, people who have been in the SCA for years, people who have rank and title and Peerage, who just walk in without so much as a “by your leave” or come tromping through the backfield, LITERALLY TRIPPING OVER CRISSCROSSED ROPES and seem to have no clue that they are walking in to a space that is clearly not meant to be accessible!
Over the past three years I have made a particular effort to make my camp layouts in a manner that should clearly indicate to anyone paying attention where the space is private and where it is public. It doesn’t seem to make a difference.
Now I get that sometimes the issue is “well my friend is there and I need to talk to them” but let me address that. My friends in my camp are my household. There can be a few additional people who come in as “friends of friends” and that’s fine. Members of My Household (and you aren’t members of My Household unless I have told you so) can basically say to anyone they deem appropriate “yes, come in.”
But they can only say that when they are asked in the first place!!!
Just because you recognize someone in my camp doesn’t mean you can automatically walk in. It’s still a courtesy to ask permission to enter if it is anyone’s camp other than your own. It can be the camp of my very best friend and I am still going to ask to enter first or at least stand at the door and wait to be acknowledged. (No, I’m not a Vampire, but now that I’m thinking about it, Vampire rules regarding thresholds do seem to apply. *smile*)
Far to frequently over the past three years I have found myself literally surrounded by people who I DON’T KNOW because a friend of a friend of a friend (ad nauseum) just decided they could walk in because they recognized someone. I have had people argue with me about getting out of MY chair when I come back to MY camp. I have had people helping themselves to my households food and water WITHOUT asking. I have had so many people I didn’t know in my camp that I FELT UNWELCOME IN MY OWN HOME!!!!
I also get that when you are camping on the list field that you have a certain obligation to be at least somewhat open to people because the days get hot and people need a bit of shade from time to time. And I am perfectly fine with that. I am happy to offer shade and water to someone as they are passing by and in need of stopping for a bit to gather themselves. But when there are so many people who just help themselves that my own household doesn’t have room to be in their own house then there is a problem. Yes, I ask people to move on. I get treated like the bad guy for it. I have been asked to move away from a private conversation between strangers in my house because they thought I didn’t belong there. You can imagine how well that went over.
And I am greatly in awe and appreciation for places like The Public House that go out of their way to be space and shade for anyone and everyone who need it. Thank you doesn’t even begin to cover it. The constant traffic and the need to bring so much infrastructure to be able to set up such a space is enormous. Being able to manage it with good grace and humor is something that is well beyond my personal resources.
Now there are still people who remember these kinds of courtesies. I have had a few instances over the past three years when people have asked if they could come in or if they could pass through on their way to where they are trying to get to. When that happens I am very willing to let them in or let them pass. This is totally acceptable. But these people are more and more the exception and not the rule.
And I know that I am not the only person who appreciates this courtesy. This past weekend I found myself walking in a direction that put me on a path through a camp and so I asked if it was okay to pass and was not only given permission but thanked for my courtesy. There are people who do remember this courtesy in our organization.
“Oh but the SCA is just one big happy family!” No, not really. Sure, most of the people I know are cool people and I don’t mind having them around. I like visiting with them. But there are people who, even if they are my “SCA family” are still a part of the family I would rather not interact with. We all have the Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bob we’d really rather not invite to the family reunion. The SCA has its share and nothing makes me more unhappy than finding myself suddenly forced to extend the hospitality of my home to someone who I would rather not be there for any number of reasons.
So this is my request: ask. Just ask. Take a moment to stand at the threshold and ask “may I come in?” Doesn’t matter if your best friend in the world is sitting there, you’ll know it’s not their camp so ask someone whose camp it is if you can enter. If you are in someone else’s camp and someone asks you if they can enter don’t assume you have the right to say yes. Direct the request to someone whose camp it is. All we really want to know is that the people who are there are there for a reason and to be able to acknowledge them.
And this is my request: pay attention. If you have even the slightest doubt then go around instead of through. If you are tripping over ropes to get where you are going that should be a clear indication that where you are going isn’t a path. Even if you see other people using it! Why would you make the same mistake others are obviously making?
And finally this is my request: just remember that people’s camps are their homes. Yeah, we’re all great friends at a great big party but that doesn’t give you license to trample over everything and wreck the place. We’re supposed to be more courteous than that.
Thus ends the rant.
This time we played the day a little differently. The last time all we did was shows through out the day, basically every hour on the hour. This time, because it was A&S, we reserved the morning for classes and the afternoon for games and entertainment. My apprentice Ghislaine taught two classes, I taught one. I believe she will be posting about her classes relatively soon on her blog; Prognosticating Cow. Be sure to wander over there and check it out. She taught on the history of Necromancy and on the psychology of Divination presentations. Both classes were very interesting.
I taught my Theatrical Skills for Bards class again, but this time I had probably the best turn out I have ever had with that class. The students were very responsive and I know that at least a couple of them really saw something valuable in what I taught when they showed up for the show later on in the day. More about that later.
After the classes and through the middle of the afternoon we had our Carnival games out, as well as all the juggling gear. Several people came by to play and learn to juggle so we did that for about two hours. Again, a great deal of fun was had.
A slight digression though; it looks like I need to put out the same kind of general rule/announcement about the Carnival just like Page School. Kids are certainly welcome, but there needs to be a certain amount of parental involvement as well. The Carnival isn’t supposed to be a baby-sitting service. A few of the kids had their parents there for a bit but there were far more children then there were adults to watch them and we got close to having the game broken a time or two because the kids weren’t being properly managed. So I’ll need to do something about that.
But the games went over well. It is time to build one or two more though I think. I’d like to have a few more.
That afternoon, after the games were done we were graced by an opportunity to host a toast to one of our friends, Maestra Vittoria, who has recently finished a long journey in academia and emerged with her doctorate; a great achievement. I’ve been friends with her for a number of years now and I have had the pleasure of watching her on her journey every now and again. She is an amazing person and I am very happy for her.
From there we went almost immediately in to our evening show.
We started with The West Kingdom Choir. They performed approximately 20 minutes of material and it was really wonderful. We had a nice shady spot under the trees and the sun was setting so we had the makings of one of those magical SCA moments we so often look forward to. The Choir was in fine voice and everyone really enjoyed their performance.
From there a few of the cast from the last Golden Stag Players show performed a scene from “12th Night” which we performed at this past 12th Night. The jail scene which is one of the most iconic Shakespeare scenes and was very well performed. Although I must admit that I missed an opportunity when I introduced them. I should have said “Cope” like we usually do but I was distracted thinking about how to introduce the next performance and about my performance following that.
And then Maestra Vittoria performed her translation of a 16th Century Italian story about Narcissus. It was a piece we’ve seen before but it was fabulous. She had been working on it and this performance was amazingly funny. It is a great humorous piece and it was wonderful to have it given that it’s hard to say we’ll have another performance from her again. Now that she has finished her schooling she is on the job hunt and it seems likely that it will take her away from us. I wish her well of course, but I and the Carnival will miss her.
Finally I got to do my show.
The Carnival provides me with the kind of “stage” that I truly appreciate. A medium sized group, close enough to appreciate the slight of hand when I perform it, but just separated enough that I can have the formal stage I have grown up with all my life.
I performed three story pieces, the first a bare handed production of a rainbow ribbon, the second a new piece where I link three borrowed finger rings from the audience, and the final piece a routine written around a bottle that was a gift to the Caliph from Sinbad the Sailor. The first and the third are pieces I have had at my command for some time but the second piece was a new and this was it’s first outing.
I was truly amazed at the power of the piece actually. It is a recreation of a routine done by a professional that I have a great deal of respect for but done with my own words and presentation. His performance of it stuck with me but his words and rhythm would never have worked for me. My recreation focused on the idea of the universal nature of music and its ability to create harmony in anyone. The story was a strong one and it clearly moved my audience. I was very happy.
But what was perhaps the best part of my day, as much as I amazed my audience, was the fact that after the show I was approached by two of my students (at different times) from my “bardic skills” class, both of whom said that having seen my performance it crystallized their understanding of the material I taught earlier and they were looking forward to putting my lessons in to action in their own performances.
That is success.
So A&S was a lot of fun, the Carnival was a success, the classes were a success, and for about three days after I was totally exhausted. But I’m back on my game now and very happy for it.