Friday, May 18, 2018

Monologue Mania Day # 1554 The Eighth Train by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 19, 2018

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Monologue Mania Day # 1554  The Eighth Train by Janet S. Tiger (c) May 19, 2018                                            
Am considering including this in an anthology of Jewish-themed monologues and plays - please let me know if you think it is good enough.  Many thanks for reading and your comments!

                                       The Eighth Train
                                           A monologue by Janet S. Tiger 
                                            © 2016 all rights reserved 
           (An actor of any age or sex may perform this piece - with accents ranging from British to American to European)

 I want to tell you about a train.  Really eight trains.  About a man named Nicholas Winton, who helped people on a train.  During World War II many horrible things happened.  But some good.

The man who helped save almost 700 children from death was an ordinary man, a man who gave up a vacation to help children escape from the Nazis.

He skipped a skiing trip to find out about these children.  He immediately went to work to find a way to get them out of Czechoslovakia.

Due to his help, from those children, there are now.....over 7000 living people.

The first train left Prague on March 14, 1939.  Six more trains left successfully until the last train, the eighth train, was due to leave ......on September 1st, 1939.  But Germany attacked Poland that very day, and the borders were closed.......and the children, already on the train, were not allowed to leave.....the trip was cancelled.

The eighth train.....how often is our life determined by events we cannot change, events we have no control over.....we remember those moments very well.......but sometimes it's good to notice when there are moments when we can help with those other seven trains...... when we have a chance, it is good to use those moments....for good.  Like Sir Nicholas Winton did.  Like I hope to do.....one day....in another life perhaps.

           (Turns to leave, stops, looks back)

You see, I was one of the children ....on the eighth train.

           (Exits to an unknown place in history)


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This monologue has a basis in history - Sir Nicholas Winton
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicholas_Winton

And here are two links to videos made by Allen Gersho about Kindertransport children -
ttps://vimeo.com/123034227  Helga's Story and
https://vimeo.com/122980171 Mike's Story

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First Posted Day #763 The Eighth Train (c) Mar. 16,  2016 


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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983

Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8

1 comment:

Jennifer Silva Redmond said...

It's good but the opening is a bit uneven and stilted.