People make my world go round. They make me laugh, they hold me tight and comfort me, they support me, excite me, drive me to create. People … without people—without you—my life wouldn’t exist. People, you are my life … you are the world!
The goal here will be to add sub-pages that are specific to a person or a group of people, such as my daughter or Apache wars writers or Cheyennes or the Mulholland Drive Boys. Ha-ha! Don’t ask, for if I don’t share who they are they may vanish into the mists of time, ne’er to be heard of again. Alas, that is exactly what happened. Some people jump onto something that could be good, but then do not follow through. … Not to worry, this will all be good stuff, no tricks, no hanky-panky (hopefully no hanky-panky), and probably nothing to make you laugh or cringe (if you want to see the juicy stuff, you’ll have to read the blogs, wherein I’ll be the main target). … Western writers, Flynn writers, friends, oh yes—dear friends, you can now exhale slowly and begin breathing normally, for I promise to be on good behavior.
Mr. Johnny D. Boggs and Mr. Robert Florczak, dear-dear friends, I’m speaking to you. I’m a man of peace, … no revolvers at 10 paces, no crossed swords w/deadly intent, … just some good-good-good laughs. Peace to all, and to all a good night.
Wanted … One good woman or man
This image was taken in summer 1982, shortly after I had completed a 135-performance tour playing Miles Hendon in The Prince and the Pauper. I was working out with a group of actors under swashbuckling coach Gary Houston Phillips. The workouts evolved into a number of one-act plays that Gary directed. I can’t remember this actress’s name, for she dropped out during the rehearsal process due to another commitment. Too bad, for she was good and I liked crossing blades with her. (Photo © Louis Kraft 1982)
I’m looking for a physically fit person who would like to learn stage combat (and possibly competition) with a sabre. I can’t over stress “physically fit,” as working out with a sword is very demanding. Unfortunately, the person needs to live in LA County (or close to it) for they will need to visit me. Hope to begin working out w/someone a couple of days and/or nights per week in mid-May. Will train. … There is a learning curve, but it’s a lot of fun when actually swashbuckling.
I’ve mentioned it elsewhere, but it is worth repeating here—swashbuckling is like dance. It is by the numbers, and everyone knows exactly what the other person is doing at all times. If someone goes up—that is, forgets where they are in the sequence—everyone reverts to numbers, which dictate exactly what each person is going to do. If this cannot happen for any reason, everyone backs off. Otherwise someone could be hurt.
As you can see from the photo there is no protective gear required, although a gauntlet, knee pads, and elbow pads may be desired (I now wear elbow and knee pads). If we progress to competition, full protective gear would be mandatory.
Oh, I prefer a woman, … but I’m equal opportunity.
Unfortunately at the dinner party I hosted in 2013 when I met Pailin, one of
guests insisted upon a sabre demonstration. I acquiesced and promptly frightened the three women present. My lady has been quite firm in that she has no
desire to learn the blade. Still—hope burns eternal.
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