Folklore Hits Home
Most of us never know what we’re missing out on until we become involved with something new. Until I had the privilege to play a lovesick, inebriated, singing Irish colonial farmer in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow in Concert, I had no idea how much better my life would be for doing it.
This year will be my third opportunity to be part of the cast. The hours of rehearsal (chorus rehearsals, rehearsals with the orchestra, tech rehearsals, dress rehearsals, and so on) will be more than compensated for by the relationships I enjoy with the cast and crew. The many nights of performance spent away from my family will be balanced out by the traditions I am able to build in my kids’ lives. They love to come to practices and shows, and nothing warms my soul quite so handily as my children greeting me with a chorus of “You were funny in that show, Daddy!”
I also had no idea that I was missing out on an incredible community treasure until Sleepy Hollow brought me to it. Tucked away in a quiet part of American Fork, the city’s historic amphitheater sits embraced by a gorgeous variety of trees in lovely Quail Cove. If you have never been, you’ll be blown by the fact that a structure and park this cool are hiding right in American Fork (go check it out at 850 East 700 North). Every time we drive by, my kids shout “Hi Sleepy Hollow!” You can see some great pictures of the amphitheater at the city link below. Maybe the setting will inspire you to start some new traditions in your own family.