Drama in the Old Iron Mission


The Randall Jones Theater,
Cedar City, Utah


I’ve been somewhat incommunicado over the past thirty-six hours or so, having been on the road or sitting in a theater or (not quite the same thing) asleep or dining out with friends for much of that time.  We spent last night in Cedar City, Utah, in a condo that — last time we were there —  had no WiFi.  Since then, I’ve just found out, it’s been so equipped.  But I didn’t know, so you were spared some of my recent cogitations.


My wife and I attended a Utah Shakespeare Festival performance of Shakespeare’s (or the Earl of Oxford’s) Hamlet yesterday, and I must say that I thought that the actor who played the title role, Danforth Comins, did a magnificent job — among the finest I’ve ever seen.  Today, we watched David Ivers and Brian Vaughn play all the roles in Stones in His Pockets, an alternately funny and touching two-man play that we had already seen them do a few years before.


I blogged roughly a week ago about some of the wonderful aspects of living in Utah, and the Utah Shakespeare Festival certainly belongs on that list.  My wife and I — sometimes with our kids and/or usually with her parents, and once with my brother and his wife and some friends — have been attending the Festival faithfully for something on the order of twenty years now.  Always in the summer and now, when we can manage it, for the fall season.  (My wife drives while I work in the car, and I bring papers and books along to work on before and after the plays, so that I’m still getting done what I need to get done.)  The Festival has been an integral part of our lives, and a vitally important one, during that time.


While we’ve been here, we’ve run into many people we know, including colleagues from BYU, people who’ve gone with us to Jerusalem, folks who share my interests in apologetics and Mormon scholarship (and who kindly offered the use of their family’s condo), the couple who introduced me to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland more than thirty years ago and thus whetted my appetite for such things, my wife’s brother and most of his family, and etc.  What a great place!  What a wonderful place to be with friends!  There’s even a good Thai restaurant here now.  And the autumn weather in Cedar City was splendid.


Now we’re down in St. George, where my mother grew up.  She wouldn’t recognize it.  I love it here, especially in the winter.  It’s a very beautiful place.


Posted from St. George, Utah.

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  • Kent Parsons

    it may have been discussed elsewhere before, but an early morning
    seminary student once pointed out to me that if the Lamanite King
    in Alma 47 had a son — then that son would have roughly been in
    Hamlet’s situation — his father the king murdered, and his mother
    married to the new king — Amalickiah (who was also the murderer,
    though that fact was not widely known — at least, not initially)