Friday, October 23, 2015

"Saying Goodbye."


Terry Snyder, my friend and mentor for over 20 years would have been 67 today. Recently, I delivered his eulogy at a memorial celebration in Richmond, Virginia, where he lived and worked for most of his life. What follows is that eulogy. 

Photo by Stephanie Richardson


What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
Real isn't how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.”
Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
It doesn't happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
I suppose you are Real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
The Boy's Uncle made me Real,” he said. “That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
             
      - (excerpt from "The Velveteen Rabbit" by Margery Williams)



In 1991, my parents and I traveled to Atlanta from Alabama to visit the Center for Puppetry Arts, mostly so I could see the Muppets in their museum collection up close. I was 14 and the Muppets held a place of reverence for me, to the point of obsession. When asked by the box office staff person if we'd like to also see a performance, we looked at each other and thought “why not?”

As the show began, a tall, lanky, bearded man came out on stage. At first, I thought Jim Henson, who had died only the year before, had been reincarnated. We saw Terry's “Velveteen Rabbit” that day.

A year later, after joining the Puppeteers of America, I saw Terry perform “The Tales of Beatrix Potter.” While he was being rushed by puppeteers from the audience after his show, I meekly asked him for his autograph. He thought I was being silly, but obliged me and posed for a photo. He flippantly said, “If you're ever in Richmond, you should come by the studio!”

Two years later, he and Christopher Hudert were performing “Peter and the Wolf” at a Puppeteers of America Regional festival in Ashville, NC. Terry was generous enough to allow me to watch their rehearsal. After the show, I approached Terry. “You said I should come visit your studio in Richmond. Would that still be ok?”

Two weeks later, I boarded a plane on my first solo flight to spend a week in Richmond that would change my life.



Years later, Terry and I would talk about that trip. He was amazed that my parents, who knew nothing about him would allow me to just go stay with him for a week. But my parents and I knew all we needed to know about Terry that first time we saw him perform in Atlanta, four years earlier. I'll never forget that experience, mostly because of how Terry's performance affected all three of us, for by the end of the show, my father, mother and I were all wiping back tears. Truly, if you saw one of Terry's shows, you became aware instantly of the kind of human being he was and the magic he possessed.

William Terry Snyder discovered a love of puppetry at a very early age and, once he made that discovery, he set a course that would span the rest of his life. At age 10, he saw his first puppet show performed by the Suzari Marionettes. Between shows, Terry inquisitively went backstage to find out how everything worked. For the second show, he was allowed to open and close the curtain, but his fascination often caused him to miss his cue. A book by Les and Mabel Beaton called Marionettes: A Hobby for Everyone, and Marjorie Batcheldor's Puppet Theater Handbook were his early guides for creating his own puppets and shows. Proceeds from his early performances fueled his interest in raising pigeons.

As an adolescent, he discovered a passion for music and played the flute throughout high school. Then as a student at Virginia Commonweath University, he discovered visual art. At this time in his life Terry began to understand that his love of puppetry, music and visual art could work in a unified fashion, though he was hard pressed to convince those around him of this. He took a job with the Baptist Foreign Mission Board as a graphic artist to satisfy pressures to make a living. But the repetitive themes and the work environment drove Terry crazy. He wanted to be a puppeteer and set about to be just that.

And what a puppeteer he became. Over the course of his career, he was awarded a grant from the Jim Henson Foundation, was the only American performer selected for the 5th annual Festival of Puppet Theater in Jerusalem, received 3 Citations of Excellence from UNIMA-USA and was presented the Presidents Award from the Puppeteers of America. He was one of the best.

Promotional headshot for PuppetFest Productions. 

It wasn't long after Terry left the graphic arts world behind that he met Linda Radabaugh while they were working at Adventure Theatre in Maryland. From that meeting, a bond was formed that would last the next 33 years. A friendship that became a partnership which became a marriage and a life together.

Linda and Terry performing Punch and Judy.

Just as Terry wondered about my parents' attitudes regarding my first trip to visit him, so have I wondered what Linda must have thought when he told her that a teenage kid would be invading their house for a week. But because of that visit and subsequent visits throughout the years, I was able to witness first hand what anyone who knew Terry and Linda knew: they loved each other wholeheartedly. Their home and their lives fascinated me because all were filled with whimsy, wonder, humor, color, art, conversation, politics, books, puppets, music, and adventure. Theirs was a kind of love, and a kind of life, you wanted to be around as much as possible.



During the same 20 years we were friends, Terry battled numerous and seemingly insurmountable health problems. Multiple organ transplants, dialysis, cancer, countless doctor visits and an incredible amount of medications that had to constantly be monitored and tinkered with to find the right balance. But it did not stop Terry's desire or ability to create. He knew this compulsion was also his salvation. As long as he was able to do what he loved and be with the woman he loved, he could get through another round of doctors.

Knowing that Terry's conditions would never be cured, and one condition would systematically cause another, we always sort of understood that Terry was on borrowed time. But he would constantly surprise us all by bouncing back. I started thinking of him as Teflon Terry. He was truly a walking miracle. But because he'd spent 20 years bouncing back from one malady after another, it made it all the more difficult to accept that his last battle would, indeed, be his last.



But even at the end of his life, he was remarkably blessed to die as he had lived: in the home that he loved with the woman he loved, surrounded the friends and family he loved and who loved him so much.

It is his spirit we celebrate today. A gentle giant of man who could achieve such strength and power by being so quiet and who gave us all so much with his talent and ability to infuse his humor, love and life into everything he created.

My friendship with Terry was very much like that of the Velveteen Rabbit and the Skin Horse. I had lots of questions about the world and Terry had a lot of answers. And, as his fictitious counterpart foretold, by the end, Terry had become “loose in the joints and very shabby.” He also didn't have very many of his original parts left. But what made him real to me and to all of us here, was the love that we had for him and the love he had for each and every one of us. 

Photo by Stephanie Richardson

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing in such a truly beautiful way, a remarkable man and his legacy with the rest of the world. We are all blessed because of the friendship that you had with Terry because his love of puppetry lives on in you. And because of that you are both Real and "once you are Real, you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."

    Kristi

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  2. Thank you for sharing this. True friendship is a precious thing, and it is wonderful you had this with Terry.

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