We have two kinds of Story Camps through Story Crossroads: Live and Virtual for youth aged 8-17. Please share...still time to register!

Both take place Wednesday-Friday, August 12-14, 2020 with Live in the morning (10am-11:30am MDT) and Virtual in the afternoon (2pm-3:30pm MDT).

The Live Story Camp is limited-sized and proper-distanced plus all the youth receive a free reusable mask. This one is free thanks to Salt Lake City Arts Council and the Zoo, Arts, & Parks of Salt Lake County with required pre-registration. This takes place at the International Peace Gardens in Salt Lake City, Utah.

One-minute video: https://youtu.be/tn3R5zZEiWA

Direct Link to Live Story Camp Registration:   https://storycrossroads23.wildapricot.org/event-3910090/Registration

The Virtual Story Camp is convenient no matter where someone lives and uses Zoom. This one has a tuition due to ease from home and that 100% of the tuition goes to our Master Story Facilitators, Cherie Davis and Ginger Parkinson. Early bird up to August 1st of $45, then regular $55.

One-minute video: https://youtu.be/9qGz12nPYFw

Direct Link to Virtual Story Camp Registration:  https://storycrossroads23.wildapricot.org/event-3910870/Registration  

Date/Time:  Friday, August 14, 2020, 7:00pm-8:00pm

Featured Story Artist:  Kristen Clay

From Underdogs to Champions: How the Unlikely Won the Gold!

Whether, it be a group of ragtag hardworking boys during the depression or a young Hungarian man with one arm; their dreams and struggles worked together to create unexpected champions. Come hear Kristen Clay share the stories of how these unlikely underdogs became gold metal Olympians.

Suggested Donation:  $15.00+/person, $25.00+/household, though any amount welcomed, best for ages 10+

Location:  Hedman Home, outdoors, 4835 W. Sunset Park Lane, West Jordan, UT  84081 OR Your Computer with Pre-Recorded Option

Registration/Masks Required:  

Call/text Rachel Hedman at (801) 870-5799 or email info@storycrossroads.org, online donations only (no cash or checks), register here and choose whether attending and/or wanting pre-recorded option: https://storycrossroads23.wildapricot.org/event-3913811/Registration

More Details: Go to http://www.storycrossroads.org/HouseConcerts

We thank with special attention Utah Humanities as well as our other funders such as National Endowment for the Arts, Utah Division of Arts and Museums, Western States Arts Federation, Utah Humanities, Zoo, Arts & the Parks of Salt Lake County (ZAP), City of Murray, Salt Lake City Arts Council, and many other businesses and individuals. Join us in the support by donating today!

A widow wanted to pay respects to her mother. The widow took her son and left her two daughters to watch the house. While traveling, a light-colored panther asked where the widow and son were headed. 

"We will see my mother."

The panther asked, "Are you not tired?"

The widow insisted that no rest was necessary. The panther continued to ask until the widow--now feeling weary--rested. The panther offered to comb the widow's hair. She agreed. The panther took its claws, tugged hard that hair and skin came off, and ate it. Despite the widow's cries, the panther kept combing. The panther ate the widow and the son. Then the panther put on the widow's clothes and put the son's bones in the basket. The panther, disguised, headed to the home and asked for the daughters to open the door.

"Open for Mother!"

One of the daughters said, "Our mother does not have eyes that big!"

"It is because I was at Grandmother's place and saw hens lay eggs. That is why my eyes are large."

"Why do you have spots on your face?"

"I rested at Grandmother's and slept on some peas."

"Why are your feet so large?"

"I walked a long ways--to and from Grandmother's place."

This was enough to convince the daughters that this must be their mother. They opened the door. When the panther entered, the daughters could tell they were wrong. Yet, the panther still acted as if nothing was wrong.

The daughters got ready for bed. The panther gnawed on the bones from the basket. 

The daughter asked, "Mother, what are you doing?"

"I am eating."

"Give us some, too. We are hungry."

"No, go to sleep."

The girls begged until the panther was annoyed and handed over a finger bone. They recognized the bone and rushed out the door. They climbed a tree and yelled, "Look! There is a wedding at the neighbors!"

The panther grumbled as the panther did not know how to climb. The daughters offered to pull the mother up with the basket and rope. The girls purposely swung the rope and made it too dangerous for the panther. No longer worried about being disguised, the panther leapt out of the basket and ran off.

The girls grieved their mother and brother. A needle merchant walked by the crying girls and asked about it. The girls revealed the panther story and worried that the panther would be back. The needle merchant gave them two needles and asked that they stick the needles up in the cushion of the arm chair with the points up.

Then a scorpion-catcher came by and saw the sad girls. The girls told the story again. The scorpion-catcher gave them a scorpion and told them to hide in the the kitchen behind the hearth. This repeated with an egg-seller who gave an egg to hide in the ashes of the hearth as well as a turtler-dealer who give a turtle to place in the water barrel in the yard. Another person sold wooden clubs. He gave two clubs and told the girls to hang the clubs over the door.

When the panther came to the home, the panther said in the chair and the needles poked him. He ran to the kitchen to build up the fire and see what did that when he was struck by the scorpion. The panther started the fire but the egg exploded and struck his eyes and blinded him. He ran to the water barrel to cool down but the turtle bit him. He stepped back and the hit the door frame. the two wooden clubs fell. The panther was no more.

The girls lived on into womanhood, always honoring their mother and brother.