Once upon a time, in a place not so far away, four small children were enjoying a fun-filled trip to their grandparents’ home. The sun had slipped beneath the horizon, and bedtime had arrived. “Please can you tell us a story Poppy!” begged the grandkids, their little faces bright with anticipation. For they knew this meant one thing: the chance to listen to their beloved Pop as he conjured up weird and wonderful tales from the depths of his imagination, while the kids lay in wait, wearing silly, satisfied smiles, eager for what would be said next.
This act, known as oral storytelling, harkens back to a simpler time – long before our world was overrun by all things technology. It was the way our ancestors ensured their own tales were going to live on and or included the sharing of those famous fables and fairytales that marched on through every generation. But somehow in the crazy whirl of modern life this art has become almost extinct.