Saturday, September 30, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1325 Old Leaves by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 30, 2017

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Monologue Mania Day # 1325 Old Leaves by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 30, 2017    
                              Old Leaves
                                                          
          (The woman has plant clippers, is wearing a hat for the sun)

Now this is very important!  You must remove all the old leaves, the brown leaves, the ones that have started to turn!  This is IMPERATIVE!    Now, get going, chop, chop!..... the wedding is this afternoon, and the reception will be HERE in this very garden, which will be a perfect setting because it will not have ONE old leaf in it - because of you gentlemen!

           (Turns to the audience, smiles)

My aunt taught me about old leaves.  She told me that when a leaf is ready to die, it takes energy for the plant to get rid of it, energy that takes away from growing.  So if you get rid of the old leaves, it makes way for the new ones.  and an extra bonus, it looks nice!  Your plant is happy, and it looks prettier. (Darker)  And of course, if the leaf is diseased, if it could hurt the plant, of course it must be removed!

So I learned to get rid of all these old leaves.  Now my daughter is getting married, well, she's my husband's daughter from a first marriage, but I raised her, she's mine!  And she deserves a perfect day!

      (She gestures to the workers)

You there!  I see you!  You're leaving behind the ones with yellow edges!  Get rid of them or you're not getting paid!

       (Turns to survey the results, throws back her head in joy.  She now removes her hat, puts down the cutting tool and sighs, faces the audience)

You do the best you can.  There was not one dead leaf, not one yellow edge in the whole yard!  Perfection!  (Takes a deep breath)  Followed by two years of blissful marriage and a beautiful grandchild.  Who could know the groom would take up with my daughter's best friend, who also happened to be....her cousin.   Who would know that there would be a very ugly divorce, accusations of abuse, abuse, more accusations, and the whole family ripped apart, taking sides.....a bitter court custody case....more trouble, until the groom, my son-in-law.... disappeared one night.....never to return.  

(Listens)  That tree?  Yes that is the newest- you remembered!.  Beautiful, isn't it?  No dead leaves, no old leaves....perfect.  Why a new tree now?  To celebrate the removal of some old leaves.  Yes, it has grown very fast, you are very observant.....at its roots, a very good manure.......

           (She turns to leave, stops, looks back)

What happened to the groom?  My son-in-law?  You know that....I'm not interested in old leaves......

           (She exits to a world of perfect.  Lights down, end of scene)

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Friday, September 29, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1324 Yizkor by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 29, 2017

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Monologue Mania Day # 1324 Yizkor by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 29, 2017    
In the Jewish religion, today is Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement.....and there is a service at every synagogue where all are admitted, Yizkor, when the special memorial prayer is said for the departed. Yizkor means....remember.     

                                                            Yizkor
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              (This is an older man - accent from Europe)

I am here to say Kaddish for my family, and especially for someone not my family……my friend….Chaim.

Why do I stand for someone who is not a relative?  Because he has no one to stand and say Kaddish for him.....

When I go, I have my children, my grandchildren to say the prayers for me.  My friend...he died a young man......even though he looked old, he was only 18.....and I was 15, but I was only in the camps a year, he had managed to survive for almost six years.  He was a good person…..

I will not tire you with the whole story, the story of a life during World War II takes a long time to tell……but you probably already know that at the end of the war, there were the marches.  We marched for a million miles.....And Chaim was next to me....the old man and the boy.....he watched out for me...kept an eye on me..... and it was cold…February cold ......and we had no warm clothes…..and I got sick and suddenly it wasn’t cold, I was burning up with fever, Chaim and another man held me up so I wouldn't get shot for not keeping up.......not easy on one slice of bread a day and some soup......he kept talking to me, trying to encourage me, but I was finished.... when we stopped for a break – which meant the soldiers could take a smoke and a piss, I lay there like a corpse.

When the break was over……I could not get up…..the soldiers came…..you have to understand, they knew  the war was over, but they still loved to kill us…..the biggest problem now was enough bullets……so when the soldier came over to get me up, Chaim lay next to me and he said to the soldier……'he’s almost dead, and me, too.  Don’t waste the bullet on him…...I remember looking at the soldier and I let my eyes fall back and  I will never forget how he laughed and turned to his friend and said, ‘What a considerate Jew!  Saving a bullet!’  But the other soldier kicked me and said, 'He has a point, this one's not worth the bullet....... but this one......he aimed the gun at Chaim. And he shot Chaim, and I saw nothing else……hours later, it was dark, and I heard a voice and now I was cold again.  It was Chaim’s voice…..he said he had turned as the gun fired and the bullet went through his shoulder.  It was bleeding and I had to help him stop the blood…..

I could barely stand, and I had no shoes, the others had taken them, but I still had a rag and I shoved it into the hole.  The bleeding stopped and he stood up and told me we had to walk to a farmhouse he had seen a few miles back……and I tried to walk, but after a few steps, I fell down and he lifted me with his good arm and he put me over his bad shoulder and he walked with me for those miles……I was so woozy, and it was like in a dream…..to add to the fun…it started to snow….I woke up and saw the farm…..he almost ran to the front door and he knocked and that was all I remembered until I woke up three days later.

       (He looks around, seeing the place again)

I was in the Kartoffel Zimmer....the potato room.....under the barn, her name was Gerta, and she kept potatoes and other food, canned, in the room..... and she kept me.....along with two other Jewish children she was hiding......a brother and sister, Simon and Ruth.......

When I finally opened my eyes, I looked around and asked for Chaim – was he alright?  They looked at me like I was crazy.  But they thought it was from the fever.  After a few days, I begged them to tell me and they said, there was no Chaim…..

I asked Gerta again and again, she finally said….’you were alone, liebchin….just you at the door, covered in blood…..

Where did he go?  She told me....'There was no one else'……’but I was not able to walk!  How could I get here?’  'The body can do amazing things'…..Greta said to me….but then I asked her, ‘If I walked, how come my feet were not bloody? I had no shoes!  And where did the blood come from, I have no wounds?’

She looked at me and her eyes got very wide and she said….'You must have been carried by a ghost!'And she smiled, but not to make fun.  And she said.....‘You must honor this ghost, by living a good life...’

Those last months before the war ended were a dream – a nightmare, but a dream.

Ruth and her brother and I became more than friends…we came to the United States together, I married Ruth and Simon was my best man.

I have lived my life to honor my friend who carried me to safety that night.  Where did he go?  I have no idea.  After the war, I searched around the farm, perhaps he had walked off…..died in the woods.  No sign of him.  When I did the searches for my family, who were all ashes, I looked for him, too.  The Germans kept good records, until the end, when they got a little sloppy....I always hoped to find some of my family, my brothers, my sister......Chaim.....but no, they were all murdered.  So I say Kaddish for them.......and for Chaim.

I stand for him every Yom Kippur, because…..he stood for me ......or I would not be here.

        (He turns to leave, stops, looks back, listens)

Funny, so many people ask that very same question - what does it feel like to lose everyone?

But I didn't lose them,,,,,,,
I still have them all.....

       (He touches his heart nods, then exits. And to all those who have no one to stand for them, we stand, and say, rest in peace.)
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First posted - Day #973 Yizkor (c) Oct. 12,  2016

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Thursday, September 28, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1323 Face-Off by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 28, 2017

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  today!                 
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Monologue Mania Day # 1323 Face-Off by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 28, 2017    

                                                          Face-Off
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       (Woman enters, she is well-dressed, but has on old dirty sneakers.  I hear a Spanish accent, but it can be slight)

Thank you, it is not easy to look nice right now, but I see you notice my shoes.  Not so nice.
But they are very necessary now, when I go through the mess.....with everything else, I cannot afford to get hurt now.  You see, our hospital was damaged, too, in the earthquake.  They put up tents, and very brave people go in to get out the supplies, but....that is what happens.

      (She indicates her face)

My make-up?  Yes, I always carry it with me, as long as I have a mirror and light, I can fix up my face.  Some of the people here, they do not care any more.  That is not good.

We have to have our face on, like armor to protect us.

It is all we have left.

Especially when......(sighs)  especially when the face of our house is gone.  It was dark, and we felt the bed shaking, and it sounded as if the earth was crying out, then screaming.....my husband says we need to go into the street, so we go, and we watch.....

My house, we built it when no others were around.  Three stories I wanted.  So I could see everything.  Then the other houses were built, so all I got to see then, were other houses!

But no more.  A lot of those houses...(sighs, closes eyes)....my house.....done.  Too expensive to repair, too expensive to make safe from the earthquakes.

They come around to help us, from the government, they say it is not safe.  Everyone can see it is not safe!  Who needs the government to tell us?

But no one notices, your house is like the face you put on to the world.  Maybe inside, it is not perfect, perhaps there are problems with the color of the paint, or maybe you don't like the sofa, but outside, you make sure it looks nice. 

And when that is gone.....what do you do?  It's just a house..... the earthquake - or the hurricane - or the fire - nature doesn't care about what things look like.....

We are lucky, we were not hurt, others died, others had family die and the house gone, too.

We are lucky, we have friends we stay with, but for how long?

So I take my face, and make it up to look happy, but.....it is not easy, when your face is off.....

       (She exits but the work is not done - This is for all those affected by the recent hurricanes and earthquakes - to help, there are several organizations which are supporting these people - please consider aiding them.  For a good starting point click here)
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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1322 Day of Atonement (monologue) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 27, 2017

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
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Monologue Mania Day # 1322 Day of Atonement (monologue) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 27, 2017    
   Today is the day before ErevYom Kippur, the Day of Atonement in the Jewish year.  The following monologue is from my play DAY OF ATONEMENT.  It is adjusted a bit so that is can be a monologue - so technically, it is a new monologue!  For those interested in getting the entire play, please click here to purchase.  Wishing all a Happy, Healthy and Successful New Year!


                                       Day of Atonement (from the play)                                                                                                                A monologue by Janet S. Tiger   

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             (Frieda and Molly are in their sixties, old friends through marriage.  The play concerns a special Yom Kippur that brings up old memories.  Although Frieda is giving the monologue near the end of the play,  this section involves Molly's inability to accept  her daughter's choices.)
FRIEDA - We’re not in Poland anymore, Molly - you can let up a little.                (Listens, laughs)
FRIEDA - You say it was easier?   Ha!   You mean dying from typhoid and starvation and easier having the Poles have their dogs chase us down like animals?   Which easier do you mean?
             (Imitates Molly, taunting her)  Easier because we knew who we were.               Everyone was born and they knew what they were going to be.   If you did
             something wrong, against God’s law, no one talked to you.   You knew who you were going to marry and what your children would be when they grew up....and it was easier!

             (Now she is getting mad)   No one knew that everyone was going to grow up tobe dead!   No one knows now, either, Molly, that’s why each day is so precious!   (Quiet) What do you think life is about, Molly?  What are our lives?  We’re not rich or famous like Madonna. 

We never got Nobel Prizes or invented a cure for cancer!   What are we here for?    We avoided the hell in Europe, we had children and raised them and only because God blew over a candle?   Are we the minutes like the fire - fast and gone in ashes and smoke with just a breeze?   Or are we the decisions we make that last us a lifetime?  Do you think God is so bored that he has time to worry that you ate a chocolate eclair on Yom Kippur?    Do you think God is sitting up there today ready to sign you into the Book of Life because you haven’t spoken to your own flesh and blood for 6 years?  Don’t you see that we are the last of our town and  you are the only one who can tell your grandchildren what it was like to live back then!  God didn’t have us go through all of this just to watch it die out!   You must choose life, Molly!   Choose life!   Call up your daughter!  Call up Susan!  You don’t have to do anything except say hello!  Please, Molly!

                     (She bows her head.  Lights down) 

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This was first posted Day # 234   Oct. 4, 2014 

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Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Monologue Mania Day # 1321 Better Known As....(better I hope) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 26, 2017

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
  first   year -  Feb. 13, 2014 - Feb. 12, 2015  second year -  Feb. 13, 2015 - Feb. 12, 2016  third year -  Feb. 13, 2016 -  today!                 
I've continued with a monologue a day until the spirit moves me to stop - if you have any ideas for a monologue you want me to write, please let me know at tigerteam1@gmail.com.
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Monologue Mania Day # 1321 Better Known As....(better I hope) by Janet S. Tiger (c) Sept. 26, 2017    
Since several readers -ok, most of my readers!- had trouble with yesterday's monologue, I revised it, hope it works better now.  Please let me know- thanks!

                                                 Better Known As... 
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           (The actor enters with a flourish)

Thank you!  Thank you...for that lovely introduction!  Yes, that is me you are adoring!

  Words cannot capture how I feel right now because you are on your feet!  Screaming!  Yelling!  Stomping!

I bask in your adoration!  I am awash in your flood of affection!

           (Smile fades)

Well, actually not.  You don't really love me, do you?  Not the person who is afraid to speak in public without a few drinks.  Not the person who yells at the kids if they wake me up before noon to play with them.....You don't care about the human who still has trouble reading scripts because of dislexia....you don't want to know the real me..... because  you all love the me that is......I can barely say the words.....You are loving the part of me...better known as....BATMAN!  Better known as SUPERMAN!  Better known as Wonder Woman, Spiderman, the Beaver!  Better known as Luke Skywalker!  Better known as anyone who has entered the common knowledge as a famous character.....but the actor beneath is always better known as......someone else.....

          (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)

Except, maybe.... I'm not better ......

         (Exits into a future with unpleasant social media)

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