I could be trapped inside the plot of a Stephen King novel If these figures were suddenly to come to life. But they remain immobile and impassive. The creepy creatures surrounding me are all puppets, retired from performances in the Bread and Puppet Theater.
|The puppets are fashioned here, outside the barn.|
(See the two puppets with raised arms on the lower right.)
The bread is baked here also, in outdoor clay ovens. Loaves of
rye bread are lined up on the far tables, awaiting the night's performance.
|Perhaps this puppet was modeled after one|
of the museum's bakers.
|Puppets of the revolution.|
18 foot tall Ben Franklin and his cronies stand guard
in the loft.
Regular readers of this blog know that I’ve traveled to many and varied places on this continent, both natural and man-made. The Bread and Puppet Museum is in a class by itself. I’m proclaiming this museum winner of a new category titled: “Peculiar, Curious, Freakish, Unconventional, Outlandish and Bizarre”. Walk through the museum with me and see for yourself:
|A scene from a peasant village?|
|I can't even begin to imagine what this|
group of puppets is up to.
|Many of the puppet displays had placards posting information|
about the plays the puppets appeared in.
Although the words were in English, many of the signboard's
messages were unclear to me!
|"The Help" I get this one.|
|Are these grotesque characters part of a mardi gras celebration?|
|Many of the performances are political in nature.|
Perhaps these puppets have something to do with
|Could this be the man in the moon?|
But who is the menacing guy behind him?