Monday, March 8, 2010

How to Feis

***post update*** I changed the music on this post so if you are back for a second look, you won't have to listen to the obnoxious accordion. Instead, it's a beautiful slip jig by a violinist. ok... back to your reading...

Feis (pronounced ‘fesh’) is an Irish word and by definition, it means “festival” with activities including dancing, language, singing, story telling, essay writing, arts and crafts and other aspects of Irish culture. The plural form is "feisianna."

In my experience, it has come to mean "A day of Irish dance competition complete with accordian music which will take at least 3 days to clear from your head."
Many of you know that my girls have been Irish dancing for about 7 years and have been dancing at feisianna for about 5 years. Some of you ask about what these competitions are like, so I took the opportunity last Saturday at the Pacific Northwest Championship Feis to take a bunch of pictures to show you. It seemed only fitting being as that St. Patrick's Day is just around the corner.

While nothing can replace the experience of being there first hand, I'll try to duplicate it as best as I can. To begin with, I've loaded up my playlist player with Irish music. The music is key. It goes on and on and on all day long. I swear it changes the structure of a person's brain when you listen to it for an entire day because, seriously, the tunes float around in your head for a good many days after the feis. The Irish could have used endless accordion music as an instrument of war, but I don't think they ever did. They used soda bread instead. Have you tried soda bread? That's for another post. Let me just say, it needs lots of butter.
So, the feis...
The day begins early. Gotta get up, get dressed, put on your big, fat, curly wig and eat some Cheerios. Don't dance on an empty stomach. Dancers faint from that kind of thing. It's bad to faint while dancing at the feis. Usually. Sometimes it can earn you sympathy points from the judges though.
Drive to the feis, park and get checked in. Dancers receive a competitor number to wear. On the back side of the card is printed the dances they are competing in so they don't forget what they signed up for that day. The dances are all traditional Irish dances and are the same across the world. Soft shoe dances are: reel, slip jig, single jig. light jig. Hard shoe  dances are: treble jig, hornpipe, and one of a variety of VERY traditional dances called "set" dances. Dancers compete separately in each of these dances.
Dances are identified by number and are broken out by age and ability level. The goal of the competition is to achieve a high enough score that you are allowed to advance to the next level. Levels are:

  1. First feis

  2. Beginner 1

  3. Beginner 2

  4. Novice

  5. Prizewinner

  6. then a bunch of championship levels I don't understand yet 
The room is usually a big ballroom type of space with a "stage" and musician at one end and chairs on the other. The stage is simply a hard surface layed on the room's carpet. It's not raised up like you would think of a stage. The judge sits at a table at the edge of the stage, sipping tea and looking over the top of their glasses. They have stacks of papers to fill out over the course of the day. Many are actually from Ireland.

Amanda is second from the right, ready to dance competition nmber 371b, novice reel (see the card on the wall)

On the back wall of the stage are cards with numbers printed on them, arranged in some type of order. They show the order of the dances being run that day. Dancers can find their dances on the wall and have some type of idea about when to be ready for the ones that they are competing in.

The feis day usually starts off with singing of the American/Canadian/Irish national anthems and a greeting by the director of the Irish dance school who is hosting the feis. I really should learn all those words to the anthems one day.
The hired musician

Then... the music starts. You find a place to dump your stuff and sit and wait. There's a lot of "hurry up and wait" at a feis because they can run ahead of schedule and if you're not there early, your dancer could miss their dance. Been there... done that. Not fun!

People watching at a feis is usually pretty fantastic! There are moms who dance vicariously through their daughters; they sit at the front of the seats, mouthing all the steps while their child dances, and then run off to see results as soon as they are available. The steps can be said out loud: jump and hop and back 2-3, turn and turn and hop and skip skip double-back and point- or something like that. I don't actually know because I can't remember the steps to the dances. I could never pull off being one of those moms! I don't think I would want to anyhow. They seem pretty intense, ie: stage mom.
There are girls who run around giggling with friends, and girls who who warm-up with an ipod in their ears. They look like they are listening to irish dance music, but it could be Michael Buble for all I know. There are kids who are laughing and kids who are crying. The crying ones usually have one of those intense dancer moms close by. So sad!
Once it is time for a dancer's competition, they approach the stage and line up. There is some strategy in where you place yourself in line. My girls have learned the hard way to avoid being first. Judges often hold back on their points for the first few dancers, in case later dancers should deserve more points. The music for the dance starts (each dance has its own music with different rhythms) and dancers come out 2 at a time.


Here is our accordion friend playing a jig while dancers are in action

They dance 32 bars of music, and it is time for the next 2 to dance immediately after the first 2 are finished. Down the line they go, 2 at a time, until everyone has had a turn.  The music stops for a moment, although you wouldn't know it because it continues in your head.  The judge rings a bell when he/she is done with the papers, dancers point their toe and bow to the judge, then to the musician and leave the stage. That's it. All done. In a few minutes, the results will be posted on a wall in the results room to display who got what place.



Amanda dancing the reel

Still dancing...

Giving a traditional quick bow to the judge when the reel was finished

Off to the results room

Find the paper with the dance number you are looking for. What a bonus to find your name at the top of the list!

Pick up your medal

 


Emily was next, dancer number 289.


Her competition was STIFF, with 18 other kids dancing against her. Usually there will be 8 to 14 other dancers. Rarely are there more than 15. This picture shows 2 stages, side by side, each with about 17 dancers.

She didn't place, but she danced beautifully, nonetheless. All we ask is that the girls do their best!

The hallmarks of Irish dance; turned out feet, legs crossed at the knees, and high on the toes. Way to to Emily!

At this feis there were TWO accordion players. What good Irish luck!

There are some funny things that you can only ever see at a feis. Things such as:


  • Tubs and racks of curly wigs and costume jewelry


  • Poodle socks with bling


  • Tons of Irish dance shoes
The nice lady from Irish Treasures who helps with shoe fittings


  • Solo dresses that are available to purchase....

....at a "bargain" (???)



So it was a grand day at the feis! Wigs all stayed on, nobody fell, and we even came home with a long-awaited medal!

Ahhh, sweet victory. Amanda's been working at moving that reel out of novice for 3 years! The last photo is Amanda with her dance teacher, Patti Martig, TCRG.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

She makes me proud!

Every mother gushes about her children (or at least she should), but Emily has totally outdone herself this time!

For the past several days, she has been expressing a hankering for cheesecake. "Mom, when you go to the store, would you please get cream cheese so I can learn how to make cheesecake? I really want some." I get it.

After the needed purchase, she dug out the recipe card that says "Mom's Cheesecake" (it means MY mom. It's her recipe.) and proceeded to make it all, from graham cracker crust to the sour-cream and vanilla topping. 
















Half way through, Emily exclaimed, "Look mom! It's so creamy and smooth! What a beautiful white!" It was confirmation that she truely IS my daughter. The cake turned out great and she takes a slice every day with her lunch. Yum!

As though discovering the beauty of whirling cream cheese, sugar and egg wasn't enough, she came home yesterday with a fun announcement. She was awarded... (see below)


















So Emily, this post is for YOU! You sure do make us proud of you! We love you!

Please help me in congratulating Emily on work well done! Maybe she'll make you a cheesecake one day!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Don't even ask

You know how they say that we learn from our children? Well, it's true. Yesterday I learned this, and I quote from Emily:

"Mom, did you know that if you put your ipod earbuds in your nose, you can open your mouth and it's like your mouth is a speaker?"

Really. She said this. And Amanda demonstrated.


It's a shame you can't see the Newsboys music flowing from her head.


Then we found out that it works even if you have braces.
My children are geniuses!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Double Dozen plus One

Ok, my turn for the silly blog tagging. The idea is to write 25 things about myself. Sounds like it could become a little conceited, so I'll try to stay humble. I've actually enjoyed reading the list from others. I hope this isn't too boring! Get your coffee or a good donut and heeeeeere we go....

1. Ice cream vs chips. Ice cream, always. With nuts. Take them off of Kaisha's ice-cream and put them on mine.

2. I remember when we got a color TV when I was about 9. I was amazed at how colorful the Sesame Street muppets were!
    I used to have this album!
3. I was baptized as an infant as "Brenda Maria Schnockenberg". My last name was actually Thomas. Baby Schnockenberg was the other baby being baptized that day.

4. I have been known to hide food that I want to eat, from the kids.

5. We didn't know the sex of any of our 3 kids until the moment they were born. I figure there are so few good surprises in life, why ruin one of the best!

6. Arthur is my favorite children's PBS show. I could watch it every day. Oh wait... I do!

7. Foot size before having children = 6. Foot size three children later = 7.

8. Jack and I met in college, but we didn't date then. After college, I called him up one day to see if he wanted to get together to see a movie or something. At the end of that conversation, I knew we would get married although we never spoke a word about dating.

9. I love steamer clams. Love. Them. With butter.

10. When I was about 5, I stepped on the end of a rake, causing the handle to come up and hit me square in the forehead (kind of like in a Road Runner cartoon). Standing in the yard crying, my parents rushed over to see what was wrong when I cried out, "BRETT HIT ME ON THE HEAD WITH THE RAKE!" I remember something about him being sent to his room after the wild accusation flew out of my mouth...  Sorry Brett!

11. Speaking of Brett, we used to look around our property on Lummi for evidence of Big Foot! This has nothing to do with item number 7.

12. I think it is amazing that God gave me one child with blue eyes, one with brown, and one with hazel-green. All of the colors got used on my kids!
    Amanda's blue eyes
    Emily's brown eyes
    Thomas's hazely green eyes
13. Sometimes I like to have the heat on high in the car with the windows down. It's a nice combination of warm air and fresh air.

14. I am a night person. Probably always will be, although I'm less likely to begin painting a room at 10:30PM now than when I was in my 30s.

15. I can walk past a Milky Way or 3 Muskateers and never have a second thought about it. Snickers; that's a whole different story. That's probably the food I'm hiding from the kids on #4.

16. There was a point in time when I wondered how it was that I came to be older than Marcia Brady. She was always the older high school girl on TV. One day, she was much younger than me. Weird.

17. I have slept in my driveway. In the sunshine. If I believed in past-lives, I would think I had been a cat at some point in time.

18. I have always wanted to see a baby being born when I wasn't the one doing the pushing. I was invited to my niece Alissa's birth, but the labor went too fast and they were just lucky she wasn't born in the car.  Hmmmmm, she's a fast swimmer too. Wondering if the two are connected...

19. Love being woken up by a kiss on the cheek from Jack (the morning person in our marriage). The love deepens when I also smell coffee that he has brewed.

20. "It is Well With My Soul" is likely my favorite hymn. Jack sang it at the funeral of a former student (at her request before she died). Between that and the story of the circumstances of how it was written, it tugs at my heart whenever I hear it. Look it up if you don't know the story.

21. And while we're on the topic of Jack's voice... I love to listen to him sing. I used to dream that I had lost my voice and when it came back I could sing as well as him. Sigh- it was only a dream.

22. I once sat through 3 consecutive showings of Disney's Fantasia at the Mt. Baker Theatre in Bellingham with Mike Hagan. Seems to me that we only paid once.

23. I like to think about what kind of cute and zippy car I will get when the days of needing a van are over.

24. I was so excited when we bought our first computer: an Apple Mac LC II. It had a color monitor and everything! It was about $1500 in 1992.
    Mac LC II. wow.

OK, and here is the "plus one".......

25. The nick name my parents call me to this day is Toodles.

Ta-daaaaa!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

A belated congratulations

No good excuses here for not posting my Valentine Haiku winner. Just busy. And by the end of the day, I'm tired. So here is the winner... (drum roll please)

Ellen Joss! Step up Ellen and receive your tickets! Oh wait, you already did! Here's the proof:

Isn't she a cute winner?

And just so you know, here is the winning haiku:

Red lipstick prints go,
On my bald husband's sweet head,
He's my Valentine.

Kissing your Valentine's bald head... now THAT'S true love!

Honorable mention goes to Cierra. That was a lot of haikus Cierra! Maybe you have a future in haiku production.

Thanks for playing everyone! Now, onto more routine type of blogging.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Contest Time!

It's time for a BLOG CONTEST!








Ok, so you can't really get to Hawaii from winning my contest, but it got your attention, didn't it?

Here's the contest:

Write a haiku about Valentine's Day. There is a lot to say about this day. Tradition has it that it's a day for lovers, but I think it's become a day for Hallmark and Hershey's to make some serious cash. It's a day for kids to eat sugar and have a party at school with cute boxes decorated in construction paper hearts of pink, red and purple. It's a day that some single people loathe. Other singles I know love the day as it's a reason to have a big bash with lots of other single friends.

So, what's your take on the day? Put it in a haiku and write it into your comment. You are allowed as many haiku entries as you wish because once you write one, you will want to write another and another and, well, you get the idea.

A winner will be announced on February 14 (of course) and will receive two Regal movie tickets. The tickets can be used for whatever movie you and your Valentine wish to go to.

According to WikiHow: A haiku is a non-rhymed verse genre, conveying an image or feeling in two parts spread over three lines, usually with a seasonal reference. There are 5 syllables in the first sentence, 7 in the second and 5 again in the last sentence.

To get you started, here's my haiku:

Ten sticky fingers
Pass a sweet pink card to me
It says I love mom

If you need some more serious instruction click here for real haiku info.

Bring on the haikus! Serious, funny, clever... they are ALL fun and someone will win movie tickets!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Don't shop hungry

Today, I got kids up and moving and then got myself onto the dreadmill, which, by the way, I think is trying to kill me. It just keeps going and going and expects me to keep up. I told my sis-in-law, Kristine, yesterday that I blame it on Eve. Perfectly created as she was, she was a disobedient girl and now to keep this body in shape I have to spend time on the dreadmill to combat the original sin that sits on my theighs. By extension, the dreadmill is a tool of the devil. Of this I'm sure.

ANYWAYS... after several repetitions of 4 minutes of running and 3 minutes of walking was finished, I took Emily to school. Then it was time to head to Safeway. We needed milk. Seems like we always need milk, but today we were totally out after breakfasts were finished. I walked into the Safeway, feeling pretty good about having already finished my workout, and headed for the dairy case. I got the milk and some cheese. In the yogurt section I spied stickers that said "50 cents off" on the 75 cent yoplaits. They "expired" today. Tell me, isn't yogurt already spoiled? Isn't that how they make it? I never trust dates on yogurt, so I scored big time on the strawberry kind.

As I headed toward the produce seciton, it hit me. HUNGER! It was still that blasted dreadmill working as hard as it could to kill me. It gave me a hunger that said, "Just head back to the bakery section and get the cherry turnover. Nobody will know! You can eat it in the car!" I REFUSED! I was not going to let the dreadmill win. Not this time! Not even when it changed its chant to, "The rice pudding is on sale, get some! Pick up a spoon at the soup counter and you can eat that in the car too!" Oh how I love rice pudding. Cool, sweet, creamy. No raisins for me though, thanks. sigh.


Shesh! How's a girl to shop in such a hungry state? I bought chicken (on sale for 99 cents a pound!) to can later, some veggies and got the heck out of there before I caved.

Once home I had a simple bowl of oatmeal. I'm trying to be good.