This space has been created to honor Br. Blue and Ruth Hill for the tremendous dedication to the community of storytellers in New England and throughout the world. It is our hope that in this blog storytellers that choose to dedicate their performances to Br. Blue will have a chance to chronicle them here in photos and print.
Br.Blue has joined The Ancestors -Laura Packer
We ain’t nothin’ but music wrapped in a body made of snow.”
On Tuesday night, storytelling night, November 3, 2009, our beloved
mentor, teacher and self-proclaimed holy fool Brother Blue, left this
world to go home to be with the ancestors. We who remain are left so
very blessed by his presence in this world and in our lives. He
taught us how to live stories, not just tell them. He told us that
storytelling is God talking to God and modeled that every single day.
And when Blue listened, he listened powerfully with all his heart, all
his soul and all his strength. Anyone who has ever been near him
knows this. He didn’t just change the world, he changed worlds – every
single person he met. In the street, at festivals, in prisons, at
storyteller gatherings, in the offices of academics and wherever there
If Blue were here to talk about himself now he would say, “Don’t
remember Blue. Remember Ruth. Ruth is truth.” Ruth, Blue’s amazing
wife who has kept him from floating off into the clouds for decades,
is doing about as well as can be expected. She has asked that everyone
give her some time. She knows you are thinking of her and needs a
little space right now.
Brother Blue passed peacefully – he was ready. He got to tell one
last story to his beloved Ruth and then let go. As far as we can tell
he was not in pain.
Plans for services are underway. Any news and information can be
found at http://www.laurapacker.com/brotherblue You can also leave
your memories of Blue and messages for Ruth. Please pass this
information on to anyone who you think would be interested.
Blue once said, “When you tell a story, you tell it to all creation.
It's cosmic. It never goes away.” Blue is story. He will always be
with us. Go and tell your stories.
Brother Blue dresses in blue, from his socks to his beret to the butterflies painted on his palms.
"I think I was anointed to be a storyteller-I mean touched by the fire," says Brother Blue. "I can tell stories in my sleep and blow the world away!"
A blue banner across his chest reads "Brother Blue, Storyteller." Brother Blue is also known as Hugh Morgan Hill, Ph.D. For the past 30 years, he's been telling his stories in public. Brother Blue is the official storyteller of Boston and Cambridge, Massachusetts.
He's earned a bachelor's degree from Harvard with honors and a master's degree in playwriting from Yale Drama Schoool. Brother Blue is an ordained minister who transmits his stories and love of stories to a far-reaching audience.
"I bring Homer to the streets. I bring Sophocles," Brother Blue says. "To tell stories, you should know Chaucer. You should know Shakespeare. You should know Keats. You have to be constantly reading. You read, you think, you create. You have to know the new moves: You must be able to rap and be able to sing the blues!"
I will be performing part of Homer's Odysseus for Blue & Ruth 7pm, Out of the Blue Gallery, Pearl St, off Mass ave, central Square, Cambridge,
This one is all for Blue....
The benefit was held in a Quaker Meeting House and I told a story of the young Medea.
To Blue & Ruth
Thank you for your presence !
Tim Ereneta, Berkeley, California
Brother Blue was an inspiration to me when I lived outside Boston in the 80’s, and was just starting to perform, in public. Thanks, Brother Blue.
The Burritt Library, Central Connecticut State University, is enjoying a visit from eighty-five students in the Masters Degree Program of Educational Administration, from Jamaica. When they heard I was a storyteller they asked that I pass on some stories. I’m dedicating several stories to Brother Blue, including the traditional tales,“Jack the Northwest Wind” (Richard Chase), and “The Fisherman & His Wife”, as well as “The White Hair Waterfall”, from Chinese Folk Tales, by Louise & Yuan-Hsi Kuo.
Emily S. Chasse
Burritt Library, CCSU
New Britain, CT 06050
I told a story today - July 7th, 2009 - at the Blue Hill Avenue Boys and Girls Club in Dorchester, MA, and I dedicated my telling to Brother Blue. I called the story "Abu Kassim and his Stinky Shoes", and this was the first time I told it publicly. I'd been really nervous about telling it, but when I heard that Brother Blue was sick, I knew I had to take a risk and at least try. Blue is a continual inspiration to me and so many others, and has supported and encouraged me and many other storytellers through his words and his example to us. Just thinking about him really helped me, and gave me the courage to get out there in front of all those kids and just tell it. And I think I did the best imitation of a dog barfing on a shoe ever in my life, I think they really liked it! Thank you Blue, you are much loved.
every story teller at Out of the Blue on Tuesday, July 7, dedicated their performance to Brother Blue and Ruth.
and the feature, Jacob Bloom
South Boston Boys and Girls Club
The Story of Mary Read, Pirate and
Why Sea is Salt and Herman the Talking Worm in honor of Brother Blue today...
I have a recording for them too.
Norah Dooley aka
July 6, 10:30a.m.
Title: "Scholar and the Lion"
Ivory D. Williams
Hi Brother Blue,
I dedicate my July 15th performance to Brother Blue who so graciously came
to the Creative Drama class I was teaching at Eastern Connecticut State
University in the early 80's. Brother Blue, you gave my class a wonderful
demonstration of your storytelling, myth, and rhythm. My
informance-performance for the teachers is part of a conference-institute
called Confratute at the Univ. of Connecticut.
Gail N. Herman, Ph.D.
Organic Storyteller and Enrichment Consultant
Imagine there's Gnome Heaven; it's easy if you try.
The river down below us, above us a blue sky
Imagine all Gnome people, living for today...
Imagine there's Gnome countries, it isn't hard to do
There are Gnome 4H chapters, and Gnome religions, too
Imagine all Gnome people, gardening in peace...
You may say I'm a weirdo, but I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us, and the humans and gnomes will live as one.
Imagine Gnome possessions, I wonder if you can.
Hoes and rakes and trowels, little watering cans,
Imagine all Gnome people, planting all the world...
You may say I'm a weirdo, but I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us, and the humans and gnomes will live as on