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Monologue Mania Day #978 Sukkos Butterflies by Janet S. Tiger (c) Oct. 17, 2016
Last night was the start of the holiday Sukkos, which means booths, and is noted by the building of of a structure to pray and eat and for some, to sleep outside during the days of the holiday. For more info, please click here.
Sukkos Butterflies
Last night was the start of the holiday Sukkos, which means booths, and is noted by the building of of a structure to pray and eat and for some, to sleep outside during the days of the holiday. For more info, please click here.
Sukkos Butterflies
Monologue by Janet S. Tiger
(c) 2016 all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(The actor comes out holding an etrog and lulav - the two symbols of this holiday)
(The actor comes out holding an etrog and lulav - the two symbols of this holiday)
As children, we went to the synagogue to see a Sukkah - the booth built for the holiday of Sukkos -because we lived in New York, and by October -usually the month for Sukkos -the weather was already cooler, so sleeping outside was not so exciting.
In California, when my own kids were young, we would set up our Sukkah - a poled tent with mesh sides - where we would say prayers and eat and sometimes sleep ....and we would marvel at an etrog given to us by a friend who grew them in his back yard.
But most important, we grew our own butterflies. Well, helped grow. It was a kit, and we would start the process a few weeks before Sukkos, and then, put the butterfly house into the netted tent, so that when the butterflies finally emerged, they would be inside the Sukkah with us - a blessing of new life for a new season.
In my brain is imprinted the sight of a chrysalis opening, and the butterfly emerging.....and the looks on my children's faces. Awe, amazement, the love of beauty and life!
In all lives, there are times that are easy - and times that are hard. But the butterflies in the Sukkah- that was a wonderful time.
When I look back, it is a joyous memory. I hope it is there for them as well, and that they carry it inside their hearts - to be like the fluttering of the wings when times are not so easy. To be like a drop of honey in the soul.......
When I think of butterflies, I also remember the 15,000 children who passed through the German concentration camp Terezin.....how only 100 survived the horrors of those times......A famous poem emerged .....the most famous line - 'I never saw another butterfly'.....and I say a prayer for them......
(Turns to leave, stops, looks back)
And I know how we must watch the butterflies for all who cannot......
(Exits to a Happy Sukkos)
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For more info on 'I never saw another butterfly' please click here - it became an amazing play -
about the play -
Over 15,000 Jewish children passed through Terezin, and only about a hundred were still alive when Terezin was liberated at the end of the war. One of the survivors, Raja, having lived through it all, teaching the children when there was nothing to teach with, helping to give them hope when there was little enough reason for hope, creating a little world of laughter, of flowers and butterflies behind the barbed wire, tells the true story of the children. It's her play and it's theirs. There were no butterflies at Terezin, of course, but for the children, butterflies became a symbol of defiance, making it possible for them to live on and play happily while waiting to be transported.
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 CaregiversAnon.org
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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