A toast to the Lady from Memphis

Lady Ceara inghean Lasair of the Shire of Smythkepe in Gleann Abhann shares a story from the recent Aphar Faire event which demonstrates the true spirit of the SCA.

Lady Ceara writes:

Let me share the story of a lady I met, who reminded me why I love this hobby.

I went to Aphar Faire this weekend. Now sometimes you go to an event for a specific reason - you're the hall steward, or you've volunteered to teach a class, or you just want to go enjoy the event and see your friends. I went this weekend because it was Aphar Faire. We always go! (And we were both working, of course.) Spent some time with some wonderful folks. Laughed with friends. Enjoyed the day. Worked troll, watched archery, and helped teach a class. And I met a wonderful lady who reminded me of why I do the things I do. She was so happy to take the silk banner class. She told me she had come to this event for two reasons. 1. To take the silk banner class, and 2. for the French feast. She and her husband had bought some silk to make banners. And some of you understand that daunting moment when you start the project - that first cut, or stroke of paint, or cut of the knife. This "first" was a bit daunting for her. And so she came from Memphis to take THIS class. To get some experience so she could finally make her banners. She was thrilled. She got to try it, she found out how much fun it is, got the hand-outs and was ready to go home and make her banners. That was my Moment for the day. You remember those? The one that makes it all worth while.

We finally got the hall set up for feast. Now the hall is not huge. The ceiling fans help, but it still gets hot. The kitchen was small. You could stand in the middle and reach the sink and the fridge at the same time. One step left and you could reach the stove and the outside counter. No walls to separate it from the hall. And no room to set up trenchers. They had a table set up holding food that was ready to be plated. They had a table with the drinks. And I was told help was needed, so I went to see what I could do. We covered trenchers in foil and set them on a corner of one table. I had to hold the trencher while one of the three (in that tiny little space) kitchen ladies placed the food from the counter, then I had to ladle food from the roasting pans and pass it out to a lady who finished dishing the food for that trencher before she passed it to the server to be carried to their table. So we developed a nice assembly line. And it was juicy food! And it spilled often. On the floor, on the counters, on our clothes. And so we finished serving that remove. And I looked up to thank whomever it was who had been drafted to help. And it was Her. The lady who had come from Memphis to take the banner class and eat the feast she was now serving. And so I thanked her. And sent her back to her table to eat. And she came back, every remove, to help plate the food and pass the trencher along to be served. She not only ate the feast, she wore it. We were so messy! But she had such a fabulous smile because she was having fun. And she reminded me that I play this game to help others have a good time.

So I wanted to share the story, of the lady from Memphis, who was such a wonderful reminder of why I enjoy the game we play. She was the breath of fresh air that brought fun back to my game.

Thank you.

Lady Ceara inghean Lasair
Shire of Smythkepe