- Robert Daniels

- Apr 30, 2023
- 2 min read
My name is Robert Daniels. I am a member of Alexander/Madison 9th and 10th Cavalry Buffalo Soldiers, historical storytellers. My interest in storytelling started when I learned about the Buffalo Soldiers rich history in their involvement in the United States Army. After doing some research I discovered that I had relatives who had served in all branches of the armed services, during the time that Buffalo Soldiers served. This only piqued my interest and I wanted to learn more about them and to tell those brave mens’ story. After that I took the course offered by the Mid-Continent Public Library Story Center and received my oral storytelling certificate in December 2022. After that I joined the River and Prairie Storyweavers. Next, I attended the Chicken festival and became a member of Missouri Storytelling. Another reason I became a storyteller was because of my father, who wrote short stories and poems.
Someday I would like to take some of his poetry and expand them into story form in his honor. I also believe that with the world going the way it is today, people are banning books, we have to save our history and several types of books. ‘Cause if we do not learn from the past, we will repeat it in the future.
I have not been a MO-TELL member for very long so I cannot tell you much about how to improve MO-TELL. I like the way they encourage participation in storytelling and how no one is disrespected by other members. I suggest that for the drawings at the conventions we might look for gifts from members like gift cards (I don’t know about you, but I get some I will never use). I also suggest we do silent auctions or white elephant auctions (members bring junk from home) and I suggest they invite the public to hear stories.Storytellers who have influenced me are Hal Holbrook (Mark Twain), Garrison Keillor (Prairie Home Companion), My fellow Buffalo Soldiers, Jim Two Crows Wallen and members of River and Prairie Storyweavers.
Some of my favorite movies are Song of the South book and movie, Sergeant Rutledge, 1960 movie, Once Upon a Time in the West, and The Great Escape. Raisin in the Sun, They Call Me Mr. Tibbs. I was a child who grew up as a baby boomer, so I watched a lot of TV westerns, science fiction, comedies, boxing, football and wrestling.
These are my holiday memories. The Christmas I asked for a Mattel burp gun, and I got a plastic Machine Gun, (big bummer at the time, look back now and was lucky I got anything). Trick or treat was fun as a child but as I got older found out about girls. Everyone has experiences they can talk about. I was in an intercity Boy Scout troop so we never when camping or fishing, until high school age then we went to summer camp. Camps were segregated so we could not swim with the white kids. Our school motto was “Lee Township against the World.” I graduated in from HS in 1965 and was drafted after that and sent to Vietnam 1966. I have learned a lot in my life and have lots of stories to tell.
- Joyce Slater

- Apr 30, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Feb 8, 2024
Hello, my friends,
This past month I was in Downs, Kansas for the annual Kansas Storytelling Festival. Downs is a small town located north and west of Salina, Kansas on Highway 24. The storytellers this year were Brian Fox Ellis, Mo Reynolds, Rev. Robert B. Jones, Sr. and Kevin Kling. People come from all over the region to listen to stories. I always go to listen to tales, but I also go to teach children the art of storytelling.
Many years ago, I was one of the tellers. I looked around and the audience looked like most storytelling audiences I have sat in for the last few years. Most of the people had gray or white hair and looked like they were retired or about to retire. I encouraged the organizers of the event to try to change that. Could they have children perform during the event? We could at least get the parents of the kids. They would be younger than retirement age.
Let’s plant the seed when they are young, I said. They agreed to a workshop and a slot in the program for the children to tell their stories. I have been teaching storytelling to children there ever since. I hope I am planting seeds that will grow.
If we want the art of storytelling to grow, we all need to do the same thing. Let’s keep storytelling alive.
Love to you all,
Joyce Slater
President of MO-TELL
“If a nation loses its storyteller, it loses its childhood.” –
Peter Handke
- Joyce Slater

- Mar 31, 2023
- 2 min read
A man in one of the villages had a very beautiful daughter. She was so lovely that people called her “Morning Sunrise.” Every young man who saw her wanted to marry her. Three, in particular, were very anxious to have her for their wife. Her father found it difficult to decide among them. He determined to find out by a trick which of the three was most worthy of her.
He bade her lie down on her bed as if she were dead. He then sent the report of her death to each of the three lovers, asking them to come and help him with her funeral.
The messenger came first to “Wise Man.” When he heard the message, he exclaimed, “What can this man mean? The girl is not my wife. I certainly will not pay any money for her funeral.”
The messenger came next to the second man. His name was “Wit.” The latter at once said, “Oh dear, no! I shall not pay any money for her funeral expenses. Her father did not even let me know she was ill.” So he refused to go.
“Thinker,” the third young man—when he received the message—at once got ready to start. “Certainly I must go and mourn for Morning Sunrise,” said he. “Had she lived, surely she would have been my wife.” So he took money with him and set out for her home.
When he reached it her father called out, “Morning Sunrise, Morning Sunrise. Come here. This is your true husband.”
That very day the betrothal took place, and soon after the wedding followed.
“Thinker” and his beautiful wife lived very happily together.
