(Originally Written on Sept. 27,2013)
I was 5 years old the first time I saw The Muppets and I was enthralled. The movie was Follow That Bird, it was the story of Big Bird's journey to find a family that looked and acted like himself. I was amazed at what I saw, fantastical creatures that seemed to live and breathe on their own, each showing the signs of real feeling and life. As Big Bird found himself in one tight spot after another the people of Sesame Street grew worried about him and decided to leave their home to find him and bring him home. As I sat laughing at Super Grover, Bert and Ernie, and Cookie Monster a small but important lesson began to form in my young mind, a lesson that I still hold fast to this day. Love is not a thing that appears out of nowhere, it is not a thing that is there because someone told us it is. Love is gained and grown through shared experiences with one another. For the first time in my life, my little 5 year old brain began to understand a much deeper concept than it ever had before. I remember feeling a deep sorrow, moved to the point of tears, in a scene were Big Bird sits, caught and alone in a giant cage with a blue light overhead. He had just run away from his adopted family of other big birds and had trusted a stranger to help him who then turned around and sold him to a circus. Big Bird realized as he sat in the dark tent that his real family was the people on Sesame Street who loved and cared for him. It was the first time in my life that I realized why I loved my family. I loved them not because they were my parents and grandparents but because they loved me and took care of me. It was the shared experience of our lives that made us a family and made us love one another. The Muppets were so much more than just a bunch of chickens, frogs, pigs, and what-nots, they were a family. They helped each other and knew that the journey was the most important part of the trip. In Follow That Bird each person on Sesame St. knew that part of their family was in trouble and it was there job to help. Looking back, I now see that in the act of leaving Sesame Street and looking for Big Bird they were also deepening their love for one another as well. It seems to be a pretty heavy concept to lay down in a kids movie, but then again, Jim Henson never talked down to children. The next time I saw a Henson film was in The Muppet Movie, the story of how the muppets met and became a team. I remember loving that Kermit and Fozzie got in their Studebaker and just drove. The Muppet Movie was another example that love was something so much deeper than just words. It taught me that a running gag or an inside joke over time could lead to a truly undying love for another person because it was a shared reminder of the past. When those characters looked at each other and they sang the Rainbow Connection at the end of the film they saw a shared history with one another and an understanding that each of those characters would do anything for each other. Film after film and TV show after TV show the Jim Henson Company made kept coming back to the idea that love was a journey shared with those who came along with us. I found it comforting to know that love was not like in the Disney cartoons, found in the eyes of some stranger and that there was no princess that would sweep me off my feet. Love was work, you had to share the good times and the bad with someone to build this love. If you shared the journey you would have someone to hold you close when the trip came to an end. In the years to come some of my favorite memories would be the times my then girlfriend (now wife) and future brother-in-law would go on road trips just like Kermit and Fozzie did. We had all kinds of adventures on those trips and over time those shenanigans became part of the reason I love my wife and brother-in-law. Almost 15 years have passed since we went on one of those adventures but each time my brother-in-law, wife and I see each other we laugh about something that happened on one of those trips. Those shared experiences became part of our collective past and made the bond between us stronger. I think it is because of these lessons that the Muppets taught me that I am writing about them right now as I sit on a plane flying home from my Grandfather's funeral. About a week ago I got a call from my Mother telling me that he had passed away and that I should come home for the funeral. Almost every moment since then I have been reliving moments I shared with him. I spent a lot of time with my Grandpa when I was little. So much time in fact that I think he had a huge impact on the man I am today. I shared so many moments and experiences with that man that they shaped and changed me. He taught me a lot about a lot of things and I loved every minute of it. I think the reason it hurts so much when someone we love dies is because in some way we realize that we can no longer share new moments together. Not only that, but maybe more tragically, the only person we can relive those memories with is no longer here. So the memories stay trapped in us and have nowhere to go and grow. Jim Henson once said, “My hope is to leave the world a little better for having been there” and I know my Grandfather felt that way too. He was a kind man that did his part to create a lot of memories for a lot of people. At his viewing two people who didn't know his name showed up because they saw his picture in the paper and recognized him as the kind, older man they had spoken to every morning as he went on his seven mile walk for close to twenty years. My Grandfather understood that love was about sharing yourself with others and he did that every chance he could. "Why are there some many songs about rainbows and what's on the other side?", Kermit asks in the song The Rainbow Connection as if to say, who cares about what's at the end of the road. It's the journey that gets us there that matters. My Grandfather knew this without learning it from a TV show and helped me to understand it as I grew up. He was a good man and my life was so much better for having known him. I will always miss him.
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David Mort
These are the stories of my journey as a puppet builder. Some will be about my life and the role puppets have played in it and some will be about a project I am working on. I hope you enjoy my musing about life, love and puppets! Archives
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