Saturday, March 31, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1507 A Rose from Death (for Easter on the Senior Channel) by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 1, 2018

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Today is Day # 1507!  To look at the other 1506 titles - click here
  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 # 1507  A Rose from Death (for Easter on the Senior Channel) by Janet S. Tiger (c) April 1, 2018   
                                   
                                                Happy Easter to all celebrating today!

                             A Rose From Death   (c)                 
                                        by Janet S. Tiger 

                                    © 2014 all rights reserved


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            (A woman comes onstage, she walks carefully, maybe with a walker if        you can find one, a cane if not.  She looks at the audience, waves)


For all you out there in TV land, I have brought flowers for the entire audience, in honor of Easter.  And why this is a special day.  A few years ago, it was Good Friday, but not really.  In the middle of the night, just after the beginning of Good Friday, there was a fire in the retirement home where I reside.

It appears Mr. Meecham could not go to sleep without a cigarette, and so, he disabled the smoke alarms, and lit up, the old darling.

The result, after he fell asleep, was not good at all, in fact, he almost died.  And, so for that matter, did the rest of us.  But our own Beverly Hillbilly, Jethro, that nice young man who helped me here today, he pulled all 26 of us out of that burning building.  Including idiot Meecham, who suffered from smoke inhalation, but, with the wisdom of a man who still does not care, continues  to smoke nonetheless.

Our lovely establishment was burned, and sadly, so were the grounds, including the beautiful flowers and bushes surrounding our residence, which made looking out the windows so lovely.

Luckily, the bushes and grounds had formed a type of boundary, where the brave firemen fought the flames and won, before the second building – Building B – could be burned as well, so, although it was very sad, we were able to double up with the others for that night, until they were able to clean up and rebuild the smoked out rooms.

On Easter Sunday, we had our services outside for sunrise, and the nice pastor came, and it didn’t rain, the sun peaked out at us.  Amidst the charred bushes, and the withered vines, there was suddenly a gust of wind, and some of the burnt leaves blew off of a rose bush……and there, as if painted by the hand of God himself, was a perfect rose!

It had survived somehow, in the ashes, perhaps because the burned foliage had protected it, who knows?  But we all smiled, and knew that no matter what, all would be well. 

A rose from death…..a perfect moment for Easter.

And a perfect time to realize that, even though I am almost 85, I was going to do something for my birthday that week, that I had hoped to do when I was much younger, but decided was too dangerous.

            (She takes a deep breath)

I decided to go skydiving.  My thinking was that if the rose could live through the fire I could do anything, too!

And I went.  Up in a tiny plane, high in the sky, accompanied by my granddaughter, who thought I was crazy, but was going with me as support – and because my daughter would not give permission otherwise!

            (She is reverent)

How beautiful it was! And the young man going with us was so handsome! In the plane, I felt…so young…..just like a bird!

            (Listens)

Did I jump? 

            (Laughs)

Of course not!  Do I look that crazy?

I mean, I went up there, and realized the rose lived through the fire, but so did I, and that was enough for me!

I stayed in the airplane while the handsome young man jumped with my granddaughter……and now, two years later, they are getting married.

So, the morale is……if you get a rose from death, take it and run with it, and love it, because it is a gift……

Thank you….

            (She exits, looking back0

I know all the people who come on this show have something else to say when they leave….but I don’t!  Oh, wait a minute, I do!

     (She removes a paper from the walker or cane’s carrying bag.  She reads)


Of all the gifts I got from death
I found that one I chose

Surprised me by its beauty
It was a lovely rose

It smiled at me one morning
I picked it there and then

And put it on my table
As if it were a friend

The other presents I received
Came quietly at best

The hope of resurrection
And the chance for peaceful rest

So I am glad to share my rose
That I kiss with my last breath

I won’t regret one moment
Since I got … A rose from death…..

            (The woman puts away the paper, smiles, and really exits)

            (The end.)
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First posted Day #67  April 20, 2014
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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Friday, March 30, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1506 Follow the Leader by Janet S. Tiger (c) March 31, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1503!  To look at the other 1502 titles - click here
  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.
Get  more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
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Monologue Mania Day # 1506  Follow the Leader by Janet S. Tiger (c) March 31, 2018   

                            Follow the Leader
                                                 a monologue by Janet S. Tiger 
                                                   © 2018 all rights reserved 

                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com
    
          (A teenage girl comes out, she has a phone and is looking around)

Oh, I can hardly wait!


Is he here yet!  Oh, my God!  I can hardly breathe!


          (Listens)


Maybe you can't tell, but I.....I'm in love!  I mean, people say love at first sight is crazy, but ...

it happened to me!  So...it can happen!

He's so cute!  And hot!  And, oh, I've never felt like this before!


        (Listens)


I've never met him, not yet, but I will!  I know I will!  I've written him a hundred letters.....

the old fashioned kind, not just email!  

And I just know that when we meet, he's gonna love me, too!


My mother thinks I'm crazy, but she also thinks I'm visiting my cousin, so who's the crazy one?

Right?  I've never done anything like this, but hey, you're only young once, right?

Oh, look, I think he's coming!  Gotta focus!  So they let me in!  


          (Listens)


Okay, I know he killed all those people in the shopping center, but I'm sure he had a good reason..


         (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)


And besides, nobody's perfect....


          (She exits to a life of following a questionable leader)

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Based on a sad but true story -  click here

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Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Thursday, March 29, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1505 Last Passover in Cairo (for Senior Channel) by Janet S. Tiger (c) March 30, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1505!  To look at the other 1504 titles - click here
  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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      Wishing all a wonderful Passover!

                       Last Passover in Cairo
                                       (for the Senior Channel)
                                            By Janet S. Tiger
                                      © all rights reserved 2014
                                         tigerteam1@gmail.com


         (A man comes out, in Army fatigues, he is holding a box of matzohs.  He speaks calmly, with    no discernible accent to start)


First let me say I was inspired by that gentleman who told the story about Palm Sunday - which always comes around Passover, followed by Easter.  In my lifetime, I was lucky enough to experience Passover in many locations, but my favorite was ...the last Passover in Cairo.

Now when you say,'Cairo',  people think.... exotic...and pyramids.  But actually - in the United States, there are 36 places named Cairo -  most of them in the South, and one, the one I am fondest of, was near  where my father was based for two years of his Army career.

(More of a Southern drawl)  You will notice, that as I speak more of the South, my accent returns.  The South is a place that weaves its spell on you, like the tentacles of the honeysuckle do - pretty, so pretty, you barely notice the life being squeezed out of you.  Or at least that's what my New York born and raised mother used to say.

We were oddities - a Jewish family in the military.  My father had been drafted for WWII, and stayed on when they offered him a reserve commission after the war.  My mother objected, but he - as always - ignored her, saying, 'Miriam, there's not gonna be another war!  We won't allow it!  So, I was born in New York, but Korea and that other war we wouldn't allow - Vietanm - made sure my father and our family traveled all over this great big country for over 20 years.

But this memory is of one of the most memorable Passovers that our family enjoyed - the last one in Cairo, as my mother used to call it.

Now in most small Southern towns, there are few Jews, and our Cairo was no exception.  There was a traveling rabbi who handled the 50 or so families throughout the county - but mostly we had to spend time explaining to people what Jewish holidays were, and why we did not celebrate Christmas or Easter.

To avoid fights, I soon found it easier to explain Easter as being Jesus' last Seder - and the other kids understood that.

And, over the years, we invited many families to join us for Seder, allowing my mother to explain the peculiarities of her family's Passover observances - that the hard boiled egg came AFTER the soup, and that the horseradish had to be VERY hot, so your eyes teared - and each of these came with its own family tale, always appreciated by the story-loving Southerners at our tables.

And people loved coming - my mother made sure the Seder itself was shortened for their benefit - easy to understand, and with amazing amounts of food - something Southerners truly appreciated.

But the problem with the year I remember best was one of transference - the transfer of my father, that is.  He was being transferred right around Passover that year - and my mother was in a tizzy.

You see, she had always hated the moving, but had gotten used to it - in fact, she had it down to a science.  Our first few moves, she was ready one week before the actual day.  But then, there was the fated Passover in Texas - and we were all set to move, all packed, items sent on ahead, when the order came through - we were staying!  Another 3 months!  You could hear my mother's shrieks in the real Cairo!

Since then, my mother had decided to wait until the absolute last minute - armed with lists and lists of lists and places where she had secretly stored boxes - to make sure orders hadn't changed.

This worked fine - until, in our last year in Cairo, it turned out the last week when the FINAL decision came down – was right before Passover!

We couldn't leave - what if the orders changed?

And yet, everything was almost packed!  What could we do?

 My mother was horrified - to pack or not pack the fancy dishes?  Did the Army care?  For those who have never been in the Army, here's a news bulletin - the Army never cares!

So, our very Passover was in doubt.....just like the Jews waiting for Pharoah's decree, we huddled and worried, well, maybe not huddled, but we went to school and worried.

My mother decided that we would have a 'petite'  Passover - scaled down to the very basics - no extra charoset, chopped with those delicious Southern pecans, just enough for one mouthful as the Seder dictated.

It was very sad - and that was on top of the sadness that always went with moving away from new friends that you would usually never see again - or if you did, they would have changed.

Actually, it was sadder - because Passover was always such a family event - with us and all the new friends and Dad together, and now it was just going to be lonely and....sad.  Especially because Dad had been called out of state, and would not be back until after Passover.  He would call us, of course, but he had only missed one other Seder, and that was when he was in Korea, and it was truly a distant memory.

Passover was on a Monday night that year - and when my mother came to pick us up at school, the principal came out to wish her a Happy Holiday.  The woman spoke for what seemed like hours - as Southerners and Jews are very good at - and finally we got to leave.

As we pulled up to our home, we noticed there was almost no parking, just one spot in front of our house.

My mother was surprised - then she remembered the principal had mentioned one of the neighbors had gone into labor early, and so maybe the baby had come.....

We went to our front door, and just as we got there.....

          (He takes out a handkerchief and wipes his eyes)

Just as we got there, the door opens and everyone screams - in a Southern accent, of course - (Yells)  Hog Someach!.....Which should be...Chag Sameoch, but it didn't matter, you see, all the neighbors had gotten the traveling rabbi, who was there, too, by the way, and they had gotten the rabbi to give them recipes for Passover.

And they had lovingly made all the items - from the roasted shankbone done by Mrs. O'Reilly, to the delicious Matzoh Ball soup by the Dunns to the hit of the evening, Ole Miss McClintock's KFC - kosher fried chicken.......the women had brought fancy tablecloths and napkins and silverware and dishes - all the packed away items had been lovingly replaced by beautiful Irish linen and Waterford crystal and even some silverplated candlestick heirlooms that looked like they had been through the Civil War.

My mother took one look and started to cry, and her friends and neighbors hugged her and it was a very incredible scene.

We sat and the rabbi did the Seder - edited a bit due to the fact everyone had to be at work and school in the morning.

When he talked about the Exodus from Egypt, somehow it meant so much more that night than any other time I've heard it.

And that, my friends, was my most memorable holiday.

         (He turns to go, stops)

Almost forgot.  There's a part where the door is opened for a mystical guest, Elijah.  And when the door opened, we half expected my father to be standing there....

But he wasn't.  You can't have everything!  Then the phone rang.......that was my father!  Calling all the way from Montana, he was thinking about us, and how much he missed us.

(Sighs)  I've been all over the world, but that last Passover in Cairo will stay with me forever.......

         (He leaves)

Hag Sameach!

         (And next year in Jerusalem, too!  The end)

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First poasted Day # 61    April 14, 2014

          

   
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Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1504 Close by Janet S. Tiger (c) March 29, 2018

Welcome to Monologue Mania- one new free* monologue a day- -and still going!
Today is Day # 1503!  To look at the other 1502 titles - click here
  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.
Get  more great award-winning monologues - MonologueZone.com
If you'd like to write your own monologues, I happen to have a book for that -   
Thank you for your comments - and for liking and sharing this site on Facebook, Google - with friends.  Wishing you much success!
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Monologue Mania Day # 1504 Close  by Janet S. Tiger (c) March 29, 2018   

                                    Close
                                                 a monologue by Janet S. Tiger 
                                                   © 2018 all rights reserved 

                                                      tigerteam1@gmail.com
        (The actor can come into the audience to have fun with closeness)

Close.....

Close to.....you

Like the song

Only...... close can mean so many other things -

.......close but no cigar.

Where did that come from?  Who knows, who cares?

Close call

Close quarters.....

but not close dimes

Close range....

but not close fridge

Close behind

but not close privates....

Cut it close...

As close as two coats of paint......


Close to..... the end 

the end of what?  the poem, the monologue, the book....the movie.

close to the end............of. life....

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With prayers for someone  dear who is close to that end....go in peace......


   
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Note: A few words about 'free' -  all these monologues are protected under copyright law and are free to read, free to perform and video as long as no money is charged. Once you charge admission or a donation, or include my work in an anthology, you need to contact me for royalty 

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Janet S. Tiger    858-736-6315                CaregiversAnon.org
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8