To Spin a Good Yarn, Start by Listening
Lane Hartill writer of The Christian Science Monitor, The Christian Science Monitor
I could tell it was time to wheel out my "cow milk and hot chocolate" story.
It was about the time my dairy-farming grandfather topped off my Swiss Miss with a shot of moo juice straight from a Holstein's udder. It was the only story I shared at "Sharing the Fire" - a conference in Cambridge, Mass., sponsored by the League for the Advancement of New England Storytelling - and it wasn't very good. But that's why I was there: to learn techniques from some of America's best tellers.
Most people think storytelling is an underground profession, or is just about women relating stories in stale libraries to unruly kids. But it can be an art, and it has risen in popularity in recent years. The National Storytelling Festival in Jonesboro, Tenn., drew about 9,000 people last year. More than 260 people attended "Sharing the Fire."
This gathering of tellers shouldn't have fazed me. After all, when my family gets together, it's a real chinfest. We talk about the time I carried the newborn calf across the river on my shoulders, or my great-grandfather's odd acquaintance, who lived in a stump.
Given this pedigree of prattle, I should have fit right in. But I had rookie jitters: My skin tingled as I told my story.
It was proof, as the experts here pointed out, that storytelling is more than sitting down over Earl Grey and reminiscing about the old days. What counts is extracting gold nuggets from your life. These may be breezy anecdotes or serious tales of family history. And while the actual event at the center of your yarn may seem minor, a story spun effectively may stay in your family for generations.
"If someone has written your biography, what page would you turn to first?" asks Pete Houston, a storyteller from Williamsburg, Va.
Truly moving stories often come from plumbing - and listening to - the memories of people who lived through an event. Indeed, listening is a skill that's as important for the teller as it is for the audience.
Kathryn Windham, a grandmotherly woman whose Southern accent could melt asphalt, knows that well. The keynote speaker, she recounted her youth in Thomasville, Ala. She shared the time she announced to the congregation that she wanted to shimmy (a once- popular dance) to the organ music.
"If you shimmied," Ms. Windham says with a smile, "you could not go to heaven." Details - like the sexy walk and hair of a boy she admired, and how her father used to buck dance ("like tap dance, but louder and more vicious") - left people slack-jawed at how simple stories could so thoroughly engage. …