Mandy Boyle

NEPA-er with Moxie. Writer. Sometimes Actor. Nerdy Girl.

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Summer in the City

I started writing this post last month after eating baklava.

It was Greek Festival week and you know what that means: eating delicious, homemade treats for the better part of a weekend. And damn, was it a great weekend.

The festival ran from June 2 through June 6 at the Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church. It’s located right across the street from the Albright Memorial Library and a stone’s throw away from the Scranton Cultural Center. Two of my favorite buildings in the city. You know I had to stop to admire both on my walk toward gastronomic delights.

Photo By: James Benfante

Photo By: Brad Clinesmith

That weekend also played home to First Friday Scranton. I’ve always enjoyed the excitement around First Friday, eager to play tourist in my hometown. Brent and I walked the square, saw friends and colleagues (and chatted with them), and I topped off the night with being a living mannequin. Yep.

 

 

The New Vintage Ensemble, the theater group I’m a member off, partners with the On&On Vintage Popup Marketplace each First Friday. We stand in the windows of The Leonard as living mannequins, posing in 60’s finery to draw passersby in to explore the vintage and artisan goods inside. It’s a really cool experience.

June was a busy month. The weather was nice so we had an active crowd exploring the city. My friend Kathryn showed off her latest creations, Broken Twig, at the letterpress studio across the street. The city was alive and buzzing – and it felt like summer.

When I think about how summer started in 2015, that weekend will always come to mind. The warmth of the sun coupled with good food, good friends, and the knowledge that – as always – there’s something exciting going on where you live.

Saving the Date

We made and sent out our save the dates. And they’re quite lovely, if I do say so myself!

Busy morning making save the dates in the Boyle-Pennington household! #literarywedding #bookish #wedding #library

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When we started the journey of wedding planning, we were on the fence as to whether or not we wanted to even do save the dates. The desire to use library cards in some fashion was just too great.

To make these puppies, we started by gathering up library cards and sleeves. Luckily, Brent’s mom volunteers at a school library and was able to rescue these from the trash.

Next, we scanned the library card and created a template in Open Office (can I get a hell yeah for open source tech?!). Brent had the patience to do this. I did not.

Then, we found a typewriter-ish font that could work and started populating the template. When we were happy with the details, we printed them on a borrowed inkjet printer (thanks, Paul!) and got to pasting those sleeves on index cards.

But the hardest part of save the dates – and so far the mot stressful thing in wedding planning I’ve encountered – was getting everyone’s addresses.

Holy moly. Next to narrowing down the guest list (more on that in another post), this has been the toughest thing to get done. Even now, I still have a few address labels that are empty as we’re trying to track down updated address information (and in some cases, any contact information at all!).

The next big project is to start with the invitations. We have some designs we like picked out and the big question now is whether or not we’re going to try designing it ourselves or using some sort of template. Time will tell :)

Loving You, Scranton

Scranton, PA Architecture  -  Photo by © Mandy BoyleI wasn’t born here.

I didn’t grow up here.

But I’ve fallen in love with Scranton.

Scranton, PA Architecture  -  Photo by © Mandy Boyle

The trips I took to Scranton as a child were often similar.

A Sunday with my great-grandparents. A stop on the way up at McDonalds for two fish fillet sandwiches, two small coffees, and a Happy Meal (for me).

Spending the afternoon at Aunt Alice and Uncle Ray’s house to reminisce about the “good ol’ days” in a sea of pink and pea green furnishings.

I played with their pet cockatiel, egging it on to say something. Instead, I’d usually get a nip.

I walked hand in hand with my great-grandfather along the railroad tracks, through the houses, and he told me about what it was like for him as a child. When he met Nanny. Where they used to go swimming. How he got his first job as a footman at a local movie theater.

How he used to buy Mary Jane penny candy from a corner store that’s now a double block for two families. Where he went to school. Where he was born.

Then, we would stop at the cemetery to take care of the family graves.

Scranton, PA Architecture  -  Photo by © Mandy Boyle

Never in a million years would I have imagined that I’d later come to live in Aunt Alice and Uncle Ray’s house with my fiance. That I would get a job here and become so invested in this area’s future.

The path I took? Feels almost like something destined.

The history of heartache in this place? The ongoing struggles amid sparks of progress and beauty? The new and the old? The reborn and the decaying? It’s all part of the story.

Those memories my great-grandparents shared with me – they mean something.

The people, the places, the promise of the future – they mean something, too.

Scranton, PA Architecture  -  Photo by © Mandy Boyle

As with most things, the universe works in pretty remarkable ways and for some reason, it always brought me back here.

There are so many things to love about Scranton.

I’m going to write more about them.

Weekend Things

Have you ever felt like the weekend that’s just within reach is going to be the best thing ever?

That’s how I feel right now.

Tomorrow morning, I’m sleeping in to catch up on the snoozing I’ve lost over the past week (hello, theater!).

I’m also planning on opening the windows and letting fresh air and light into the house. Some cleaning is in order – but knowing me I’ll get distracted partway through a project and will end up only getting a few things done.

Maybe Brent and I will go kayaking, walking, or hiking.

Maybe I’ll read one of the books I have stacked on my bedside table.

The beauty of both leisure and getting caught up? Exquisite.

Maybe I’ll cook dinner and we can eat outside if it’s nice.

And I’m going to make this, this, and something else (haven’t decided yet) to eat with lunch during the week. And also Mom’s meatloaf, as Brent’s been asking about it for weeks. If I have the right ingredients, I’ll make a variation on these too.

Big cooks on weekends are one of my absolute favorite things to do. And the prospect of eating healthier after a week of filling my body with bad decisions? Magic.

Then, there’ll be time for theater. There are shows  for Witness on Saturday evening at 8 p.m. and Sunday afternoon at 4:00 p.m. Seeing friends and fellow actors. Backstage antics. What’s not to love?

Weekends are filled with possibility.

That’s why I love them so much.

 

Living History. Sort Of.

Tomorrow night, Witness will open at the Diva Theater in Scranton.

And I’ll be playing this fierce fox in a hoop skirt:

Image of Laura Keene Provided By: Internet Archive Book Images

Witness is an original work written and directed by Caleb Matthew Williams. It centers on the witnesses of the Lincoln assassination, mostly the ones you’ve never heard about. One of which is Laura Keene, a famous actress of the time who was starring in Our American Cousin.

Over the past few months, I’ve become well-acquainted with Miss Keene, learning about her convict first husband, her reputation for being shrewd in business matters, and how she made her daughters call her “Aunt” rather than “Mother”.

I learned that she balanced firmness with gentleness, fighting to ensure that her cast was taken care of.

She became the first powerful female theater manager in New York City and opened several of her own performance houses. Her shows were uncommonly long-running for the time. Her popularity was indisputable – and she was not to be taken advantage of.

During one benefit performance, she went to the box office mid-show to get her share of the ticket proceeds (a duty normally reserved for a male manager). In costume, she calmly demanded her portion, counted it quickly and silently, then stowed it away, only to walk back on stage minutes later.

She was described as a chameleon, able to strike the countenance of a queen and then change instantly into a street urchin – whatever the role demanded.

She died at the age of 47 from tuberculosis in Montclair, NJ following a performance tour in northern Pennsylvania.

She was a proud woman. 

I woke up like this. #beyonce #laurakeene #witness #divatheater

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Playing a character like her is a gift. I can pull from both what’s in the script and what’s known about her life, but more importantly, she can teach me something.

What she accomplished during her time was no easy feat.

Maybe, just maybe, I can remember to not get discouraged as easily and to be a bit more assertive, thanks to her.

It’s fun to play a (let’s say) determined diva with a touch of TB and ‘tude.

Want to see for yourself? Here are the details on Witness.

150 years ago an assassination occurred that changed the direction of a nation. Experience the first hand accounts of that fateful night from the observers of the event. They say there are two sides to every story, but if you bore witness to a historic event, would you see it the same way as everyone else?

  •  Showtimes: April 15-18, 8:00 p.m. & April 19, 4:00 p.m.
  • Diva Theater: 126 West Market Street, Scranton, PA
  • For reservations, call 570-209-7766

Witness Poster

 

 

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