About the Title

In many cultures of Eastern Europe, a concoction of red beets and horseradish is served as a relish or side-dish, usually on the holidays of Easter or Passover. The red of the beets is symbolic of the blood of our people, and the horseradish the bitterness of their suffering. The symbolism morphs in the Christian tradition to the blood of our savior and the bitterness of His suffering. People in the Jewish tradition also enjoy the dish, but there is no blood involved—the beets are merely for flavor—but the dish preserves the memory of bitter suffering. 


The songs and stories of “Red Beets and Horseradish” are set in the cities and towns of America where people of Eastern Europe settled, only to outlive the industries and opportunities that originally attracted them. There is a little bit of blood, a considerable portion of suffering, but as long as we can tell our story, we can claim victory. The fact that you couldn’t kill us if proof that WE won.



Staging, Characters and Chronology

Each piece in the cycle consists of the pairing of an oral story and a song. The stories can be presented as monologue or broken into dialogue at the discretion of the players. The songs may be presented by the characters, or there may be a separate singing group.


The cycle need not be presented in its entirety, as each of the song-and-story pairings can stand alone. Likewise, the chronology and grouping of the pieces is arbitrary.


Ideally, the performance opens with WINTER’S GRACE, closes with IT’S ALL BETWEEN ME AND GOD and is augmented by a visual presentation of slides depicting the various stages of ethnic working class life. The pieces that fall between should be seen as a repertoire and selected based on feel—dark or light, quick or slow, humorous or somber. The whole point is to be as conversational and intimate as possible, sensitive to the feel of the moment and the receptivity of the audience. Tell the stories that feel like they need to be told. Play it how you feel it.




The content of the stories implies that the words are spoken by the working class descendants of immigrants from Eastern Europe, and they are speaking from experience, most likely long-term and ongoing experience.


In some of the pieces, the gender of the speaker is suggested by the pronouns and references to child-bearing. Otherwise, the gender of the characters is somewhat irrelevant and left to the discretion of the players. 


Likewise, once a person becomes a parent, time stands still till the children move out, and the working life freezes the passage of time till death or retirement. Thus, the ages of the characters are arbitrary.





These stories are heard anywhere working class people find themselves shooting their mouths off about what they’ve seen and known. If necessary, the pieces can be presented in a black box. Variable and random settings may include:



Backyard picnic bench. Coffee can for ashtray. Small, portable cooler containing two-liter bottles of Mountain Dew and Diet Coke, a six pack of Iron City Beer, and a fifth of cheap whiskey in a paper bag.



Side porch of a funeral parlor. Wrought-iron railing. Potted-plant used as an ashtray. Empty cone-shaped paper cups hanging on the plant and railing like ornaments. 



Front stoop or stairs and sidewalk in front of house. Noise of children playing and passing cars. Coke can as an ashtray. Plastic one-gallon jug of water.



Sitting on the hood of car with a flat tire in a convenience store parking lot, awaiting the arrival of AAA. Car jack. Crowbar. Four-way lug wrench. Deflated spare-tire.



Cluttered kitchen table, deck of cards, playing Solitaire. There could be an open-fold record album with stems and seeds and rolling papers. There could be a mirror with a razor blade and straw. Coffee mugs. Beer mugs. Old mail. Newspapers.



A seat on an otherwise abandoned trolley car, swaying side to side, jerking to stops and starts, occasional screeching of brakes.



Plexiglass bus shelter with wooden bench. Artless graffiti. A newspaper weighted by an abandoned styrofoam cup of coffee.  



Tailgate of a pickup truck in the parking lot of a stadium before or after a sporting event. Portable canopy. Folding chairs. Multiple coolers. Grill. Bean bag toss. Portable table with buns, condiments, paper plates and napkins. 



The adult table after a holiday family gathering. Carcass of a turkey. Carcass of a ham.

Serving bowls and spoons. Used dishes, tableware and napkins. Bottle of Mogen David wine. Fifth of Old Crow Whiskey. Bottle of Canada Dry ginger ale. 



Abandoned basketball court with weeds growing up through the cracks. Bent rim without a net on a rusted backboard. Deflated ball. Empty and broken 40-ounce bottles and plastic cups. Vine-covered chain link fence. 



OVERTURE—Musical Theme: It’s All Between Me and God


The stage is dark and silent. 


The audience sees a triptych of slide show images above or behind the stage, a mix of black and white and color, a mix of natural photos and those that have been highly retouched and processed for color saturation and contrast. In column one, we see images of the Catholic rites of infant baptism and first holy communion, baby pictures, school portraits, first-birthday pictures and so on. In column two, we see wedding photos, dating photos, young men in military uniforms and young parents with small children interspersed with images of American towns in their industrial heyday. In column three, we see images of old age, funerals, grave-markers, prayer cards, figurines of saints, multigenerational family portraits, and so on, interspersed with images of abandoned and rusted factories, mills, and industrial sites, and images of poverty in the form of littered yards, boarded windows, graffiti, etc. The images change randomly, no two slides changing at the same time.


The audience hears the musical theme from “It’s All Between Me and God.”  


Stage lights fade in. Character or characters enter, look out and examine the audience, look up and examine the projected images. The images freeze when the narrator begins to speak.

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