Raw Theatre at its Best!

The Little Wooden House is a simple, tender but poignant story. Two fine performers, actor and musician, sitting on wooden stools in a bare hall brought the story to life last night for the spellbound audience. There were no fancy sets, or lighting. This was raw theatre of the best kind. As one audience member said: "One would expect to see this on major stages in large world centres, but to have it offered in a small community in Nova Scotia is truly amazing."

Bravo Paul Rapsey and Alec Frith.

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One's Company Now a Film

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