THE ICE DRAGON

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Dwarf was a man of sometimes surprising talents.
Once I went to his and Kat's home for
choir rehearsal and commented on their new
red velvet sofa. Not so, I was informed - it
was their old sofa, reupholstered by Dwarf. I
hadn't known he was so handy until then.
I am very sad to hear of Dwarf's passing, and
wish to offer my condolences to his friends
and family.”
-Arianna of Wynthrope
I don't remember the first time I met Dwarf. I
do remember that he became an instant
"Uncle". Although he was one of the famous
Rhinos of the Elandris shieldwall, the phrase
gentle giant truly applied to him.
There weren't many other kids around when I
joined the SCA and not everyone knew what
to do with me or how to interact. Dwarf was
always at ease, quick to give a hug or listen to
my excited chatter.
I lost touch with him and his wife Kat as I
grew up and moved away, but I will always
hold fond memories of him in my heart.
-Lady Amanda Elandris of Kirkby Lonsdale
ctc, QOC.
I hopped a ride to Pennsic with Dwarf a few
years ago. All right, maybe it wasn’t a few
years ago. Maybe it was 1979. My first
Pennsic. And Dwarf had a VW minibus of
the classic orange and ivory coloring. I wouldn’t
have attended the event without a willing
ride, and that event changed everything. I
abruptly stopped attending classes at Fredonia
State, and started attending the more important
classes of the SCA. Soon enough I
had flunked out of Fredonia, and graduated in
the SCA. But the two remained connected.
You see, in those days, the Rhydderich Hael
was located in Fredonia. Buffalo was the
Shire of Beau Fleuve. And our weekly barony
meetings were held on the Fredonia State
campus, in Fenton Hall, on the first floor in a
room to the left of the main entrance. Forgive
me if I no longer remember the room number.
Every week we would have a brief meeting
which included connecting drivers and riders,
and a preview of all upcoming events within
reasonable commuting distance. Afterwards
might be a dance practice, an arts & sciences
workshop, or other activity. On more than a
few occasions what followed was Dwarf and
me having long sessions of trying to top each
other with punning shaggy dog stories.
Dwarf had an inexhaustible supply of these
stories, and the challenge was to try to pull at
least a few of them into the realm of the middle
ages, or at least the SCA. It didn’t seem
any stretch to ride to Pennsic VIII with
Dwarf and Kat (his girlfriend, and future
wife); though I believe I rode to about only
four events total with them. It was a pleasure
to travel with them, although they were definitely
more refined than I was in those days.
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