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Forgetting (Not) A monologue by Janet S. Tiger
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(An older woman comes to the center stage, she has some letters in her hands, a photo)
That’s why I don’t
throw anything out. Look at this!
(She holds up a photo)I remember my first love …..he looked so good in his uniform so handsome…. and he was in love with me too! And we used to go dancing….
(She whirls around the stage)
…..and we got engaged and then …..he shipped off to his training village in Louisiana…. Gumbo, Louisiana….
(She
stops smiling, shakes her head)
I started getting the letters from
him ……..the first letter was good it was I miss you I love you I can't wait to
see you…it was beautiful how much he missed me …and then something happened and
I noticed …..
The second letter…. …..was
different ……he said how it was hot, and some of the boys and he had gone to the
USO and everybody was so friendly
Suddenly, I felt like I was in the
street..and there was a truck coming towards me …a big truck … and my feet were
stuck in the cement or maybe….. quicksand ……
(She reads a letter)
And the girls are so nice here even when I
told them I was engaged they were really friendly they don't mind at all …….
there was this girl Mabel and I wish you could see her’
(Stops reading and looks up)
……crossed out is ‘be her’ her ……(reads)….what
a doll ….she's beautiful and she wants to know all about you……’
That she wanted to know all about me…… suddenly the headlights were right in
my face (She puts her hands up as if about to be run over)
Then I got that letter Dear Jane letter….. my name is Jane ……..the rest …..we all know how it goes at the end ……..I was a squashed puddle under the wheels of crushed love….. I did everything I could to forget him…
…..
First I tried the old time-honored screaming and crying. And then I went through all the assorted phases…….. eating drinking ……all to forget….I prayed to forget…..and of course my mother told me to …’be careful what you pray for’ …what all old people tell young people about things when they have nothing useful to say……..
And now I remember what it was like one day to wake up and realize I wasn't in pain anymore it was like when you break a bone and a few months later you put a little pressure on that part that was broken and you don't scream so…..
I remember what it was like…… to forget and (she laughs)….. here I am now trying not to forget things! Funny how it changes!
You see, I'm taking care of somebody who is forgetting. So, do I forget things? Every day, every hour….sometimes every minute !
I wash the laundry late because there’s not so many people…..so I got home from the laundry room late…..and I left a pile of laundry outside on the hood of my car…….. when I went out the laundry was by my door. ….. I could have sworn I left it by the car…..
Had I forgotten doing it? For days I wondered….. then….. a neighbor told me they put it by my door…. so it wasn't my imagination …….maybe my mother was right… I prayed so hard to forget……..that first love…..Eddie…..
(She goes back to her chair)
(Thinks) … or was it Teddy?
(Lights down on her)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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