Monday, November 15, 2010

Oberammergau: Passion Play 2010.

"Some experiences simply do not translate. You have to go to know."
~Kobi Yamada

Oberammergau, Bavaria, Germany.


There are almost no words to describe how wonderful it was to be in Oberammergau, a picture-perfect village nestled in the verdant Bavarian Alps, in southern Germany, and go to the Passion Play on closing night of its 2010 run.

As you may likely know, The Passion Play occurs every ten years in Oberammergau, as a result of a promise Oberammergauers made with God in 1633. Experiencing the effects of the Thirty Years' Ward and the Plague, and already having lost almost half their village population to it, they made a promise with God to put on a "passion play" every ten years depicting the Passion of Christ (His life, suffering, crucifixion, and resurrection) if Oberammergau would be spared. They indeed survived, and the first Passionsspiele in Oberammergau was performed in 1634, in the old Church yard.


The tradition continues nearly four centuries later, having brought millions to Oberammergau, a town which is now inextricably bound to The Passion Play. The world-renowned production is cast only with residents of the village, who look forward to this event for ten years and spend an entire year rehearsing. Even more time is likely spent by the men growing out their hair and their beards. The nearly 1000(!) performers all meet the strict requirements of being born in Oberammergau or having lived there for more than 20 years. There were so many people on stage that we wondered if there was anybody else left in town. (Apparently there were, since the population was 5,204 as of December 2009.)


The regular performances at ten-year intervals have only been interrupted a few times due to WWII, economic hard times, as well as additional performance runs commemorating anniversary years, such as 1934 (300-year anniversary) and 1984 (350-year anniversary). The past three runs (1990, 2000, and 2010) have all been directed by the same director, Christian Stückl.

In 2000, the greatest reform of the script since 1860 occurred in an effort to eliminate much of the anti-Semitic overtones, which were endorsed and encouraged by Adolf Hitler. According to Wikipedia, the following changes were made:
  • changing some of the high priests' names from Old Testament names to newer New Testament-era names such as Demetrios, Alexander, or Bacchides;
  • the role of the Temple traders has been reduced;
  • the character "Rabbi" has been eliminated and his lines given to another character;
  • Jesus has been addressed as Rabbi Yeshua;
  • Jesus speaks fragments of Hebrew in the play;
  • Jews have been shown disputing with others about Judaism, not just about Jesus;
  • Pilate has been made to appear more tyrannical and some revision of lines was done to reflect that;
  • Jesus' supporters have been added to the screaming crowd outside Pilate's palace;
  • removing the line "His blood is upon us and also upon our children's children" (from Matthew 27:25), and "Ecce homo" (Behold the man);
  • Peter, when questioned by Nathaniel regarding abandoning Judaism replies, "No! We don't want that! Far be it from us to abandon Moses and his law"; and
  • at the Last Supper Jesus recites the blessing over the wine in Hebrew.

The spectacular colors, music, staging, and costuming of the Passion Play all contributed to its stunning and breathtaking presentation. The stage is open to the elements, while the audience is shielded. Although the weather was beautiful, though just a tad chilly, the night we were there, I've been told that these seasoned actors have performed (and rehearsed) in all types of weather conditions.

The Passion Play stage before it started.

Opening up the play, as well as acting as narrators throughout, was a choir dressed in white robes and hats. They were simply stunning to watch. I couldn't believe how close in height they all were. In fact, they were so uniform in dress and size, that it was almost distracting, since I was looking for the flaw or the one that didn't look like he or she belonged. They were seamless. Their voices were beautiful and their movement across the stage -- so fluid.


Narration was provided through song by the choir, who would often break their straight line, separating at the middle and smoothly moving in two lines, diagonally flanking the inner stage, just as the curtains were lifting to reveal what were called "Living Images."  These images were recognizable stories from the Old Testament posed by live actors who remained completely motionless for up to a minute. They were intended "to aid in theological analysis" according to our program. Bright color schemes dominated these images and really invoked a passionate, meditative feeling as you observed and listened to the choir narration.

Living Image: Paradise Lost.

Living Image: The Feast of Passover before the Exodus from Egypt.

Living Image: Moses leads the Israelites through the Red Sea.
(You can tell this was a rehearsal because they are not all in costume.)

Living Image: The Violent Attack at the High Place of Gibeon

My goodness, the vibrancy of those colors was just incredible! Really, they were breathtaking.

Part One (Acts I-V) began at 2:30 in the afternoon and finished at around 5:15 in the evening, at which time there is a three hour dinner break. All six of us (Fred, Linda, Sarah, KDJ, Andrew, and I) strolled back to our Bed & Breakfast to eat dinner and take a quick cat nap, in preparation for Part Two (Acts VI-XI), which began at 8:00 in the evening and ended sometime around 11:00 that night. We had prepared a "picnic" dinner that morning in Stuttgart, so we could just eat at our B&B, since we knew that the 5000+ audience members would also be dining in tiny Oberammergau.

Oh and remember from my previous posts, how Andrew is seven years old? Yeah, he was SO incredibly well-behaved for probably the youngest Passion Play attendee ever. During the second half, Sarah allowed him to bring his Nintendo DS to play under a blanket when he got a little bored. Incredibly, he watched the majority of the whole thing, but this is what he looked like when he was taking a break.

Sarah and Andrew at the Passion Play.

The rest of us.

As I mentioned before, it was closing night, which meant that the bows included both casts, the musicians, and the director and lasted for a good twenty minutes or so and we were allowed to take pictures. The major roles were double casted, which is certainly understandable since they did over 100 performances this year. Watching the 1000 people filter on stage for the bows and then remain there, not wanting to leave, I was reminded of that "closing night" letdown or post show withdrawal and depression. And to think... these Oberammergauers have performed this for five months, and prepared for it about a year before that! And we're not talking about a performance of Oklahoma! either. This is the Passion of Christ. How incredibly moving and life-changing this experience must be for all of them and what a privilege to be involved.

Closing Night Bows.
Passion Play in Oberammergau, Germany. 3 October 2010

The play was performed in German, with some Hebrew, so we were able to follow along in our "textbook" in English. Reading the actual words in English was nice, but if you knew the basic story of Christ's life, it was very easy to follow along and know what was going on. The actors were incredibly, dare I say it, passionate. Despite knowing that this is a world-renowned production in its 41st run, I was truly shocked with the intensity and reality of the acting. There was simply no way, in my mind, that anyone could have left that theater without being completely emotionally moved. I was changed. I gained a much deeper appreciation for Christ's Atonement from watching this portrayal of His life and death. These 2010 Oberammergauers certainly paid excellent tribute to their ancestors from 1634 and to their Savior, Jesus Christ.  Just spectacular!

It's already on my calendar for 2020!

And now, if you still don't feel like you were there, watch this:



Stay tuned for more photos of Oberammergau and the breathtaking Bavarian Alps.
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Photos of the crowd surrounding Jesus on the donkey, the choir,
and the Living Images were all found online in a Google search.
If attribution is needed, feel free to contact me.
All other photos are mine.
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Friday, November 12, 2010

Ludwigsburg: Of Brides, Gardens, and Pumpkins.

On Saturday, October 2nd, we drove north to Ludwigsburg, which is a city in the same state as Stuttgart, Baden-Württemberg, to the Ludwigsburg Palace. (Get ready for a lot of pictures.)

We parked our cars and walked toward the palace, which really was everything you'd expect a palace to look like: a beautifully edged green lawn, a gated entrance, a fountain, a beautiful expansive courtyard. As we walked through the palace courtyard, we saw at least five brides. It felt almost like walking on Temple Square in Salt Lake City during the springtime where the brides nearly outnumber the flowers. I'm not sure why, but I only took a picture of the first one I saw. Old news, I suppose, by the time I saw Bride #2, and #3, and #4... and so on.

Bride #1 and her entourage.

But what a beautiful setting in which to get married and take pictures!


Even though we weren't there to celebrate wedded bliss, we stopped to take a few shots of our own in that massive courtyard. To be truthful, the grounds of the castle, both in front and in the courtyard are quite large, so as each of the five (or was it six?) brides was not stepping on the heels of another. I don't think we ever even saw them cross paths.

Emery, Fred, Linda, Sarah, and Andrew. Ludwigsburg Palace. October 2010.

As soon as we exited the courtyard on the opposite side, I felt like we were walking into a forest. Almost like we were suddenly transported to the setting of one of Grimm's fairytales.


The palace has such exquisitely manicured baroque gardens, which we wandered through finding statues, bridges, beautiful tree-lined paths, ponds, Rapunzel's castle (duh, Emery... Rapunzel IS a Grimm brothers fairytayle), and finally the Ludwigsburg Pumpkin Festival (Kürbis-Ausstellung in German), which was to be the main event of our day.



Can you see Rapunzel's hair?
It was SO fun to hear the little German children
calling up to Rapunzel to let down her hair!


Fred, Sarah, Linda, KDJ, and silly Andrew near Rapunzel's Castle.

I love this pathway.

Here I am, loving the stone archway under the bridge.

Just one librarian to another.

The theme of this year's Pumpkin Festival was "Under the Sea," which, as you'll see below, inspired some very interesting creations.

Shamu in pumpkins.

Ariel.


I loved this sea turtle's face up close.

Are you getting the full perspective of the palace gardens?

I also enjoyed looking at the various species of pumpkins (Kürbis auf Deutsch) from all over the world. Most of them originated in the United States, but many species were from parts of Europe, South America, and Africa.

My favorite is the one with the pink scarf.

There were hundreds of them, lining the walls of the Kürbis store, which sold all sorts of pumpkin flavored goodies. I still wish I would have gotten a small bottle of Kürbis oil. It was so tasty as a garnish on the pumpkin soup we had. It was undoubtedly the best pumpkin soup I've ever tasted.

We all had an afternoon snack of Kürbissuppe. Yum.

Andrew wrestling down one of the bigger ones.


What a wonderful outing and a great way to help us feel the fall flavor of Germany.

Next, we're on our way to Oberammergau! What a treat! You certainly don't want to miss this.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Stuttgart Sheep and Other Fun Photo Ops.

"A good snapshot stops a moment from running away."
~Eudora Welty

The day after I arrived from SLC, KDJ arrived from D.C. (Do you need anymore abbreviations?) We went straightway to get our military visitor cards so we could easily get on and off post both in Stuttgart and down in Garmisch. My fingerprints and photo are forever "in the system." KDJ told me that I can bag those plans of having a criminal streak in my future. Darn.

We drove past the popsicle stick roundabout, where I quickly fumbled for my camera, as you may be able to tell. I look at things like this and wonder why I on earth I never decided to be a modern artist. I could be a millionaire. :)


Before we even took KDJ home, we made several photo op stops along the way. We couldn't resist...

It's fall in Germany.

LOVE this!
This is a field where you can come to cut your own Blumen (flowers).
Cut whatever you'd like. They even provide the scissors.
Just drop your money in the bucket to pay.

Beautiful German Wolken.

KDJ and Andrew. October 2010.

Andrew and Emery. October 2010.
(Don't ask me what Andrew's doing with his hands--he was being silly.)

Andrew and Sarah. October 2010.

I loved this little shack on the hill by the sheep. 

Baa, baa, black sheep. Have you any wool?

We couldn't seem to get enough snapshots of the sheep. Trust me, I spared you from seeing a blog post of thirty pictures of sheep. They were quite enchanting, actually, just grazing in their own little world.

I love this picture!


The next day we were off to Ludwisburg Palace...
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Sunday, November 07, 2010

Random Photo: Where's Waldo... errr... KDJ?

"Good friends are like stars...
You don't always see them, but you know they are always there."

~Unknown

On a morning walk through the fields by Linda and Fred's house in Stuttgart, Germany. October 2010.
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Saturday, November 06, 2010

The Start of a Beautiful Vacation.

"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."
~Yogi Berra

About seven months ago KDJ, one of my very best friends, was in town from Washington, D.C. for Easter, as she often is. Her sister and family live not far from me, about a 30 minute-drive and KDJ comes out west for the "smaller" holidays like Easter and Thanksgiving since her parents now live in Germany, where she travels for the bigger, longer holidays.

KDJ and I at the Passion Play.
Oberammergau, Germany. October 2010.

So a little history. San Francisco is our birthplace. Our parents met around the time I was born. In fact, Linda (KDJ's mom) brought over a meal to my mom the first night I was home from the hospital. I was three days old, and KDJ was just a week shy of her first birthday that day. From that time forward, our families forged a bond that is quite rare in my world, and arguably in most worlds.

Fred and Linda in the baroque gardens of the Ludwigsburg Palace.
Ludwigsburg, Germany. October 2010.

Linda and Fred are the only non-blood related (although, technically we are related waaaaaay back - we Mormons are big on genealogy, you know.) who I have called Aunt and Uncle. I love them so much! (And I have long since forgiven Aunt Linda for taking away my bottle when I was two years old.. although, I'm not sure I've really ever gotten over it...) I have many fond memories riding in the back of the blue Peugeot station wagon, Christmases cutting down our own trees, trips to Grandma and Grandpa's farm (Linda's parents), and really just a general feeling of total love and acceptance. They are my family and I love them.

And I love KDJ. She and I were the best of buds when we were little. I can remember many a fort built under my dining room table and many a jump off the stairs at the church on their corner, yelling "AIRBOOOOOOOORNE." (Fred jumped out of planes during Vietnam as part of the Airborne Unit... so naturally, we wanted to be parachute jumpers as well.) And the Halloween parade at school. So many fun times.

KDJ and I were also roommates for two years. The kind who actually shared a room, too. The kind who shared clothes. The kind who agreed that "if you clean the bathroom, I'll clean the kitchen when it's your turn." The kind who fought over whether we'd keep the window open all night when it was snowing outside. The kind who stayed up watching VH1's Insomniac Music Theater. The kind who just grew closer and closer, renewing the childhood bond of two Airborne parachute jumpers. The kind who would do anything for the other.

And so when KDJ asked me if I would accompany her on a trip to Deutschland to see Linda and Fred and go to the Passion Play in Oberammergau, how could I pass it up? Do you KNOW what the Oberammergau Passion Play is? Do you know how hard it is to get tickets? Do you know what an incredible experience it is said to be? Do you know how beautiful the Bavarian countryside can be? Do you know how lovely Fred and Linda are? Do you know how mouth-watering Linda's cooking is? Do you know how much I love them? ... Throw in the hard-earned frequent flier miles and it was simply a no-brainer.

Where peace can be found.
Bavaria, Germany. October 2010.

The fork in the road was presented. And I took it. And I'm so incredibly happy that I did. I'm not sure words will be able to express the feelings and thoughts in my heart and mind, but I will attempt over the next few posts and hopefully the pictures will help transport you there. It was so wonderful that I want you to experience it with me. Join me...
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Friday, November 05, 2010

Two Black and Whites.

"The history of our grandparents is remembered not with rose petals but in the laughter and tears of their children and their children's children. It is into us that the lives of grandparents have gone. It is in us that their history becomes a future."
~Charles and Ann Morse


The other day my mom started laughing when I was telling her a story about a bold and honest conversation I had had earlier in the week, marveling at how much my personality is like her mother's. Nedra was a feisty lady who got away with saying things that other people wouldn't dream of and I suppose I am kind of like her. I think about that every once in awhile.

Grandma and I didn't always get along. We apparently butted heads a lot, probably because we're so much alike. Neither one of us likes to be told what to do and both of us like telling other people what to do. Didn't always make for a smooth match. But before she died in 1992, we made amends and to this day, I honestly don't remember the butting of the heads that much. I remember the feisty nature of our conversations, but that's something that I think of fondly. Selective memory, I suppose. I think we'd really get along today. Likely, we've both grown up a bit in the last 18 years...

Her picture has much better quality because mine was taken in the mirror. :) Remember, I said it was a self portrait session.

It's kind of bizarre... but compare our eyebrows. They are exactly the same!
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Carmina Burana: A Salt Lake Choral Artists and Ballet West Collaboration.

This is what I've been doing for the past two weeks. So much fun!



Photo and video courtesy of Ballet West.
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Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Autumn Weather Calls for... Sweaters.

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

~George Cooper, "October's Party"

Autumn is officially here, my friends. I love it. Th crisp air is refreshing.


I have acquired three new cardigans in the past couple months to prove it.

Remember last fall when I was so excited for sweaters? Well, I did end up getting one of the sweaters that I featured.

This is the picture that lured me in:


And here I am modeling it:

Family. Christmas 2009.

Doesn't my dad look really short here? Haha. He was sitting in a sunken in section of the sectional and I was sitting on place where two sections meet.

Happy autumn weather to you. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am. Oh... and Walktober was a success!
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