Tales of Clydesdales and braces at Timpanogos Storytelling Festival
Provo Canyon • Wagner’s music was better than it sounded.
So goes one of the great lines from the best storyteller of his time — Mark Twain.
Thirteen of America’s best present-day storytellers gathered this week for the 25th annual Timpanogos Storytelling Festival — the second biggest event of its kind in the country.
"Thanks to crooked teeth and Trailways, I was going to escape," recounted Donald Davis to a tent full of listeners Saturday.
Davis grew up in the 1950s in the small town of Waynesville, North Carolina, where "you only got braces if there were discretionary funds in the family," he told his rapt audience at Canyon View Park. "So I knew I was safe."
But on his 13th birthday, he awakened to an awful surprise when his parents proudly announced he would get his smile straightened. Braces were the worst thing that could happen to a kid about to enter high school, like Jimmy Hogue, "who could play "Flight of the Bumblebee" on his braces."
The orthodontist, however, was in the big town of Asheville, so Davis would regularly travel a circuitous bus route to the big town. It was scary at first. But then he realized that he not only got to miss a day of school but could experience unfettered freedom for the first time.
Freedom to roam Sears and Roebuck. Freedom to ride the escalators up and down and up and down. Freedom to eat his favorite lunch — soda and candy bars. Freedom to go to the Cadillac dealership and sit in the fancy cars as though his rich father were on the way to buy one.
"One of the saddest days of my life was when I was 15 years old," he said at the end of the raucous adventure story. "Dr. Tuberville told me I was all done."
When he graduated from high school, his mother grabbed his yearbook, looked up his picture and said with pride, "Look at that straight smile," he recalled. "Now what do you think about those braces?"
Davis said he looked at her and said, "Ma, it was a real education."
He didn’t start out to be a professional storyteller, the 70-year-old Davis said in an interview. "It was part of the culture. We didn’t even use the word ‘story.’ We were just visiting."
But one day he told a story at lunchtime and a man asked him if he would tell that story at the local Lions Club. For the past 40 to 50 years, he’s been traveling around the country telling stories.
Each time it’s different, depending on the audience and the setting and how much time he is allotted. He has about 120 hours of different stories he tells.
"I edit them on the fly," he said of his performances. "There is no script; I’m just playing with the story each time."
Kat!e Larson, 20, of Provo, said she doesn’t miss a Timpanogos Storytelling Festival.