September 4, 2010 at 7:56 pm 4 comments

Some summer days along St. John River – New Brunswick could be filled with a damp cold fog followed by a sleeting rain that would permeate your bones akin to a November day rather than mid July. I was about 12, if memory serves, when such a day came crashing through the blue skies whipping trees and water into a frenzy of grey and smokey waters capped with dirty white, causing the river rocks to rattle and clatter in collective disaproval as the pounding surf moved them along the beaches.

The “town people” from the City of St. John would spend their summer days in “summer cottages” (up- country ) along the beautiful St. John River to remove themselves from the summer heat of the city .

All the kids , “town and up-country folk” would mingle each summer spending hours on the beaches, rock cliffs and forests taking us wherever our imaginations and “daring” allowed. Looking back parents seemed woefully absent it seems to me.

On those grey cold Atlantic days which swept in from the ocean and the Bay of Fundy we would end up in one of the summer cottages playing cards, board games , listening to the latest music of the day and just being pre- teens. At night we would light fires on the beach boil corn ( usually pinched from a neighbors garden) or roast hotdogs and marshmallows.

But it was on just such a dark afternoon of bleak cold grey skies and slashing rains when I first saw the movie “The Uninvited”. The movie was an old one (1944) – black and white- and somewhat scratchy but I remember we all sat huddled around the small set, the sounds of waves crashing on the beach , wind whistling through the clap boards and rattling the windows mesmerized as the story unfolded before us .

It was a perfect afternoon for imaginations to run wild.

We sat enthralled and even the “brave fellas” among us weren’t quite so daring that afternoon as we watched the plot unfold. There is a moment in the movie when the doors burst open and the mist appears. I can remember a collective scream and my heart pounding and a lot of heads behinds hands.

It was a time of innocence , there was no need for bloody axes, heads falling from closets – gore and guts needed to scare us – the movie did that beautifully ( and still does) and I have to say it is still one of my favourites to this day -even if it did come out before I was even born.

Workshop Players invites you to THE UNIVITED- may your pulse race and your nerves tingle ……

“The Uninvited” by Tim Kelly, directed by Dave Mackeigan, opens Thursday, September 9.

Seeking to escape the demands of life in London, Pam Fitzgerald (Cindy Bilby) and her brother, Roddy, (Paul Nelson) an aspiring playwright, discover a charming house in the west of England, overlooking the Irish Sea. The house has long been empty, and they are able to purchase it at a suspiciously low price. Fifteen years earlier a murder may or may not have occurred by the gnarled tree that can be viewed from the French doors.

Slowly the Fitzgerald’s begin to sense the evil spirit that still inhabits the house, announcing its presence with a sudden, bone-chilling cold. A séance is arranged and the house is forced, at last, to reveal its dark secrets. The action then builds steadily to a truly terrifying climax, in which the ghost is discovered to be not only real but dangerous.

Also in the cast are: Deb Burrow, Kelly Dillon, Bob Kenderes, Jonathan McCleery, Pat Price, Diane Schreiber, Jeanine Surace and Joy Van Kueren.

Production dates are: September 9, 10, 11, 17, 18, 24, 25 at 8 p.m., with Sunday matinees on September 19 and 26 at 3 p.m.

Tickets are $12.00 each or $10.00 each for groups of 15 or more and may be reserved by calling the box office at 440-988-5613.

Workshop Players Theatre-in-the-Round is located at 44820 Middle Ridge Road in Amherst, and our mezzanine area is wheelchair accessible. Check out our website at www.workshopplayers.com


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“Remember the kind of September”- Chris Ritchey The Firefighter- ( remembered???)

4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Linda Peters  |  September 4, 2010 at 9:25 pm

    Bless you for the memories, oh to get back those carefree days, I think about you everyday. Sharron is back home and I have been telling her your story and she is so sad and sends her love.
    Take care

  • 2. dave cotton  |  September 5, 2010 at 2:52 am

    Beautiful story! Great lead into the PR for our show.
    I hope we can have the same effect on the audience.
    Thank You!!!!

  • 3. Kathy Whitmore  |  September 5, 2010 at 2:58 am

    I remember my brothers and I being allowed to stay up late and watch TV and The Uninvited was on. Scared us to death, especially the scene you mentioned. we all hid under the covers and went to bed in a group that night … still a very scary movie. thanks for the PR for the show.

  • 4. thatwoman  |  September 5, 2010 at 11:26 am

    Oh Linda the Main Beach Martinon, the Back Beach Belmont – The Kidds Wharf…The Ketepec Clubhouse ..what a bunch we were…. Sharrons Mum walking her dog one way along the beach ( as we had those Beach Parties and we were a little older) my mum walking the dog from the other direction…… to see what their little darlin’s were up too …the shock when Teddy was found “smoking”….. ah such innocence lost……

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