Andrew Kreider

Michiana Chronicler

Andrew Kreider was born and raised in London, England.  He moved to Elkhart over twenty years ago, but somehow never totally lost his accent.   Most weeks you will find him somewhere in the bowels of the Lerner Theater in Elkhart, where he works as a tech and as the audio and lighting designer for Premier Arts.

Ways to Connect


Oct 30, 2015

Andrew Kreider and coffee.

Gimme Shelter

Apr 3, 2015

My daughter is building a shanty. 

She comes from a long line of shanty builders.  In our family, we have been building these makeshift dwellings since our oldest child first set foot in Central High School.  It's a project for World Geography -- normally sometime in ninth grade.  And it's a great opportunity . . . for procrastination.

It's time.  The New Year is in full swing, already a little frayed around the edges.  What resolutions were hastily made at the end of December are by now already achieved or have accommodated themselves to reality.  The snow, which arrived so unceremoniously at the beginning of the month, has seeped under every door, laying salty waste to carpet and hardwood alike.

Outside, one of our giant inflatable lawn ornaments last week simply gave up and lay down.  Ollie the penguin, my trusty glow-in-the-dark companion, is now no more than a few strings connected to a puddle of vinyl.

Christmas Cookies

Dec 12, 2014

Thirty-five years ago, my Grandmother Graber - from Goshen, Indiana - sent me a birthday card.  A simple yellow card with a picture of some flowers and a duck.  Inside was folded a well-worn ten-dollar bill.  For some reason, probably because we were living in England at the time, the card was put aside, together with its contents, and came to rest in a box of old family letters.  And there it stayed.  For decades.  Only this fall did the card, and the money, finally make its way back to me. 

This is what she said:

Our Trees

Oct 24, 2014

This was our first house. That first fall, back in 1993, we sneaked over here under cover of darkness, to rake leaves, even though we hadn't actually bought the place yet.  Two flimsy green metal rakes from the True Value on Main Street.  There was no fence, and we worked for hours under the night sky, dreaming and hoping the neighbors wouldn't notice.

A Skunk in the Night

Aug 29, 2014

It was two a.m.  I rolled over in bed, aware that someone was standing in the room.  "Dad!" a voice whispered.  "Dad!"  It was my son.  Staring blearily at his silhouette, I mumbled, "What is it?"

"Dad, there's a badger outside my room."

I sat up.  "A badger?" 

"Yeah," he said, still in a whisper.  "A badger.  I looked it up on Google.  It's in the window well.    

Look - I even took a picture."

It's 8 am on a Monday.  I'm standing in the lobby with three other guys, looking at a piano.  I check my watch.  We're under a time crunch.  In three hours' time, there will be a jazz concert in the ballroom upstairs, and they need this very piano.  Did I mention it was a grand?

The Funeral Home

May 23, 2014

It's early Friday morning and I'm sitting in the parking lot of a funeral home, eating a sweet roll from Dunkin Donuts.  Well dressed employees are arriving all around me  They stare quizzically.  I smile back.  I'm not here for them - I'm here for their wiring.

Last  night, I get a text from my boss.  Meet me tomorrow at the funeral home.  We need to replace some speakers in their chapel. 

Teaching Ukulele

Apr 4, 2014

Last fall, quite unexpectedly, I became a guitar teacher.  The director of a local music program contacted me and said, Our guitar teacher just left town.  Can you fill in for him?  Next thing I knew I was presented with a roster of seven students, five of whom had never played the instrument before.  And ten days to prepare.