Telling Stories With Sound

Writer Wendy’s weekly installment

So most of you know I have this side gig as a Folkways Reporter for Inside Appalachia. It’s fun, albeit with a steep learning curve, figuring out how to tell stories with disembodied sound instead of standing in front of an audience watching their faces.

I’ve had great teachers, though. It’s always a leg up when someone answers a newbie question with “here’s the goal” rather than specifics responding to your exact question. Define the goal and let people reach it based on their ideas: that’s an excellent teaching technique.

And I had some good news recently. The first story I ever did was on mushroom hunting for beginners, a thing that has interested me ever since I acquired some woodland property that proliferates with the little fungi. (And some the size of dinner plates.)

I always liked reporting (I was one fresh out of college) because you’re constantly learning things by listening to other people. It’s fascinating. So the mushroom story was fun in and of itself. But last week I got a message from the producer. It’s up for an award.

My first story??!! My head isn’t gonna fit through doorways.

The Virginias (as in Commonwealth of and West) AP Broadcasters Award has a category of “Light Feature.” I’m up for it – along with a delightful fellow reporter named Rebecca Williams, whom I met at last year’s retreat for reporters. We had a lot of fun bonding, and now we have agreed that whoever comes in first buys the second-placer a margarita. (The event is held at the Greenbriar. They make awesome margaritas.)

I’m excited; I feel validated. I’m plotting more stories to tell with sound. And I’m looking forward to the next story up, about the secret powers of a unicorn mug. Here are a couple of preview photos.

That story starts airing March 24, but local times will vary.

And if you want to hear the mushroom story, here’s the link. https://wvpublic.org/appalachian-mushroom-experts-welcome-sprouting-newbies/

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The Mom in the Hallway

Writer Wendy’s weekly installment

Walking briskly down the beige hallway of the conference center, I passed a half dozen people in suits on their cell phones. We were all there to lobby—excuse me, educate—legislators regarding rural health needs across the nation: give us more money, restrict the urban usurpation of that money under empty promises of making doctors do a “hardship” postings in Appalachia in return for debt release. All that.

People were cutting deals, cutting croissants, pouring coffee, planning strategies. The place was buzzing. The only reason I noticed her was her laugh.

“Yep, that IS a great lunch,” she said. “You got that from me, peanut butter and banana.”

I slowed, struck by the contrast between her—cheery voice, red curly hair flying away from her head in the dry air of the conference center—and the tall guy in the grey suit next to her, pacing as he said, “Tell them that ROI is insufficient.”

The plump woman in the brown skirt and blazer spoke again. “Well, move back from the camera so I can see it….. Oh, that is cute. Nana did that? Yeah, we can do it like that, too. Did she give you the bow?”

The child’s voice was indistinguishable from the Tannoy suddenly announcing that the meeting would start in two minutes.

Suited Mommy said, “Ok, you got your book for reading time? Excellent choice. What’s that make, 500 times? Ok, sweetie, love you, have a great day today….. Yes, I will, too. And I’ll be thinking of you.”

She pushed a button, adjusted her purse and folder, and moved toward the meeting on short legs in high heels, brown pencil skirt restricting her stride. But she looked like she had the world together.

Say what you will about tech, about the world of work, about silly conferences full of pompous people pretending to change the world. There was a whole world happening in the hallway.

And sometimes, just sometimes, cynical people like me need to be reminded what’s worth fighting for. That bow I never saw was on my mind all day as I explained to legislator after legislator that no, we don’t have an OBGYN residency program in SWVA and no, we don’t benefit from the fact that they currently fund a bunch of those in “Rural Tracks” throughout the state.

I hope that kid grows up to know her mama helped change her world.

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