On this Father’s Day, I am remembering my father who passed away two years ago. He was my best friend, but most of all, he was known by so many for his kindness and inclusion. He made his career in theater, and his greatest joy was to see someone emerge and blossom, both in talent and confidence: he saw the best in people who didn’t realize they had a “best” to see, and saw beauty where others rarely took time to notice. That is the greatest gift he gave to my family, and to those who worked with him.
The article that I’m including here was written by an entertainment writer who devoted an installment of his weekly column to my dad just after he passed away – it seems a fitting tribute here. Here’s to you, dad, and to embracing the ability to see beauty everywhere in everything, and to seeing the potential in everyone.
“Valley has lost a true talent with Kimpel’s death,” by Andy Gray
Thursday, June 1, 2006, The Tribune Chronicle (Warren, OH)
A good first experience can be the difference between something becoming a life-long passion and something that never is attempted again.
Maybe one of the reasons the Mahoning Valley has such a rich pool of talent for its community and college theater productions is because many of those performers were shepherded through their first experience by Paul Kimpel.
Kimpel, who died Friday at age 77, spent the last 20 years writing and directing children’s theater productions for Kent State University Trumbull Campus Summer Stock. He was scheduled to direct this year’s children’s production, “Beebe Boy and Sam,” a play inspired by his daughter, Samantha, and the imaginary friend she created after her younger sister was born.
One quality that distinguished Kimpel’s plays is that he didn’t talk down to children. The philosophy behind too much children’s theater is that if it’s loud enough, bright enough and busy enough, the little ones will be amused (or at the very least their restlessness will be drowned out by the commotion on stage).
Kimpel wasn’t afraid to challenge his young actors on stage and challenge the even younger ones who often made up the audience. “Masks,” a Kimpel play that KSU Trumbull Summer Stock has staged on more than one occasion, had an experimental structure and feel to it. It proved that children’s entertainment didn’t have to numbingly literal. Even his more traditional plays, whether they were inspired by fables or Native American legends, respected the audience’s ability—regardless of age—to react to a well-told story.
Kimpel didn’t only work with children. He was a founding member of the Trumbull Art Guild, and he and his wife, Kadey, were active with other arts organizations. He was a lifetime member of Trumbull New Theatre and helped build its Niles theater. Just this year, he did an excellent job staging “The Curious Savage” as part of TNT’s 2005-06 season.
Even longer than his tenure with Summer Stock was his 40 years working as a set and costume designer for Youngstown Playhouse. While Kimpel may have encouraged many young actors, he also set a high bar for all production designers in area theater to try to match.
My perspective on Kimpel’s work has changed in recent years, as I went from an entertainment writer who talked to him occasionally to get a couple quotes for a preview story, to one of the parents who sits in the back of the theater waiting for rehearsals to end.
He could be stern when he had to be, but mainly he set high expectations and provided the knowledge and confidence for his young actors to meet those goals.
My daughter, Anna, appeared in a couple productions Kimpel directed at Summer Stock. When I told her this week about his death, she said, “He believed I could do it, even when I wasn’t sure I could.”
She was talking about appearing in “Simple Simon,” and having to turn frightening in a dream sequence. Kimpel gave her a card after the show opened that he always knew she could do it, and I know those words of encouragement meant a lot.
I’m sure there are many other children who have cards with Kimpel’s advice and encouragement tucked away somewhere as they’ve continued to pursue their passion, either professionally or for pleasure.