The Salem Trolley Christmas Carol is sold out for this year, but make sure you get on the mailing list to be notified for next year.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Don't Miss Out Next Year!
The Salem Trolley Christmas Carol is sold out for this year, but make sure you get on the mailing list to be notified for next year.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Trolley Christmas Carol is On Again!
For information and tickets you can go to the Salem Trolley Website.
Call the Salem Trolley at 978744-5469
Salem Trolley Christmas Carol - A Different Kind of Show
The Trolley Christmas Carol involves a mixture of Dickens' classic story with the spontaneity of improvisational comedy.
And added element of excitement is the site specific performances. The show, over the years I have been involved, has been to a litany of Salem's Historical sites:
The Hawthorne Hotel
Pickering Wharf
The House of the Seven Gables
The Salem Inn
Old Town Hall
The Witch Trial Memorial
All of these have served, at one time or another, as the locations for Scrooges' Counting House, Fezziwig's Warehouse, The Cratchit's, etc.
Call the Salem Trolley for Tickets - 978-744-5469
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
The First Spirit Arrives
He spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now did with a deep, dull, hollow, melancholy One. Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and the curtains of his bed were drawn.
The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand. Not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at his back, but those to which his face was addressed. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them: as close to it as I am now to you, and I am standing in the spirit at your elbow.
It was a strange figure -- like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man, viewed through some supernatural medium, which gave him the appearance of having receded from the view, and being diminished to a child's proportions. Its hair, which hung about its neck and down its back, was white as if with age; and yet the face had not a wrinkle in it, and the tenderest bloom was on the skin. The arms were very long and muscular; the hands the same, as if its hold were of uncommon strength. Its legs and feet, most delicately formed, were, like those upper members, bare.
It wore a tunic of the purest white, and round its waist was bound a lustrous belt, the sheen of which was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green holly in its hand; and, in singular contradiction of that wintry emblem, had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. But the strangest thing about it was, that from the crown of its head there sprung a bright clear jet of light, by which all this was visible; and which was doubtless the occasion of its using, in its duller moments, a great extinguisher for a cap, which it now held under its arm.
Even this, though, when Scrooge looked at it with increasing steadiness, was not its strangest quality. For as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another, and what was light one instant, at another time was dark, so the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness: being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with twenty legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body: of which dissolving parts, no outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away. And in the very wonder of this, it would be itself again; distinct and clear as ever.
"Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?" asked Scrooge.
"I am."
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance.
"Who, and what are you?" Scrooge demanded.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."
"Long Past?" inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.
"No. Your past."
Text from Charles Dicken's A Christmas Carol
The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand. Not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at his back, but those to which his face was addressed. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside; and Scrooge, starting up into a half-recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them: as close to it as I am now to you, and I am standing in the spirit at your elbow.
It was a strange figure -- like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man, viewed through some supernatural medium, which gave him the appearance of having receded from the view, and being diminished to a child's proportions. Its hair, which hung about its neck and down its back, was white as if with age; and yet the face had not a wrinkle in it, and the tenderest bloom was on the skin. The arms were very long and muscular; the hands the same, as if its hold were of uncommon strength. Its legs and feet, most delicately formed, were, like those upper members, bare.
It wore a tunic of the purest white, and round its waist was bound a lustrous belt, the sheen of which was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green holly in its hand; and, in singular contradiction of that wintry emblem, had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. But the strangest thing about it was, that from the crown of its head there sprung a bright clear jet of light, by which all this was visible; and which was doubtless the occasion of its using, in its duller moments, a great extinguisher for a cap, which it now held under its arm.
Even this, though, when Scrooge looked at it with increasing steadiness, was not its strangest quality. For as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another, and what was light one instant, at another time was dark, so the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness: being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with twenty legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body: of which dissolving parts, no outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away. And in the very wonder of this, it would be itself again; distinct and clear as ever.
"Are you the Spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?" asked Scrooge.
"I am."
The voice was soft and gentle. Singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance.
"Who, and what are you?" Scrooge demanded.
"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."
"Long Past?" inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.
"No. Your past."
Text from Charles Dicken's A Christmas Carol
Friday, December 19, 2008
Fezziwig on the Radio
I did an interview with a blog radio show last night about the Trolley Christmas Carol
Merle Exit, a travel reporter, hosts a podcast radio show called Whirl with Merle.
You can listen to an archive of last night's show here.
I come in at about the 40 minute mark, you can move the cursor on the player to fast forward. Merle also talks about other Salem attractions.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Trolley Christmas Carol - Dickens Saved Christmas?
The following is an article from the Houston Chronicle, reviewing the book The Man Who Invented Christmas:
Tickets are still around for this year's 2008 Trolley Christmas Carol - Call 978-825-0222.
The book (A Christmas Carol) has for so long been a central part of the Christmas season, and even more central to popular images of the Victorian British Christmas, that it is useful to be reminded by Standiford of one important thing: In 1843 Christmas was not even remotely similar to what it became and what we know now. Dickens himself “had always been greatly enamored of the holiday,” but to the public at large it was a minor blip on the calendar...
Tickets are still around for this year's 2008 Trolley Christmas Carol - Call 978-825-0222.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Trolley Christmas Carol - Salem In November
First Post and First Weekend done for the Trolley Christmas.
We start back in again tonight. The Weekend was a whirlwind. This is the first year where the show starts every hour on the hour on Saturdays and Sundays.
Not much time to relax between shows, but it keeps a certain energy up.
We start back in again tonight. The Weekend was a whirlwind. This is the first year where the show starts every hour on the hour on Saturdays and Sundays.
Not much time to relax between shows, but it keeps a certain energy up.
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