A Historye


Because some folks asked: The Real, True and Exact Historye of the Founding of the Biggins Family with complete Annotations, as remembered by pappy Biggins Some time ago in what may or may not have been May 1993, Charlie Allen, Michelle Phillips, some unnamed co-conspirators and I manned the membership table for Friends of the Faire under whatever name we had that year at the street edge of our garden on the hill next to the Ale Stand which may have been number three at that time. A stunning brunette young lady named Allison Green stopped to learn about the Faire and Friends. She chatted for quite a while as Charlie and I tried not to giggle while we dug toe divots. A gaggle of pirates and rogues and such gathered and Allison stepped over to flirt. When she batted her eyelashes and dropped her shoulder in a Carmen-esque move at one-too-many young men, I bellowed, "Daughter!" in my best disapproving parent voice. Allison pirouetted a half-turn, lowered her bare, tanned shoulder and retorted," Father" in what I can only describe as a sultry, sexy voice. Charlie and I broke upÉlaughing. We weren't dating or anything like that. Later Allison came over and said, "I don't have a dad at faire. Want to be my dad?" Wee, I did not (she used the wrong noun), but I couldn't refuse this beauty anything. I replied, "Yes." Charlie volunteered to be an uncle, and by the end of the next weekend, I had a wife Elspeth Biggins, played by Sue Koches, several daughters, such as Faith (Allison), Patience (Beth Muldoon) and others several sons, a name Biggins (from Scott Shaw's cap in the Comedia, a sister, Violet Ticklebottom, portrayed under protest by Karen Bristow (now Adams) and others. By the fall at the Crossroads Fair in Orange we had grown. A number of us gathered around a picnic table now known to the faithful as the one true table and agreed that we were having fun and doing some good so we would continue as we were, a loose conglomeration from many walks of faire life with no dues, no meetings, no elections and no officers. After 13 years there are thousands who have taken the oath and survived the dreaded Blue Zipper, and so it goes. I would greatly appreciate anyone who was there to send me their impressions and anyone who wasn't there to tell me what they heard.
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