“Does Grandpa Play with Barbies Too?”

YouCantMissThis.com- By Bones Rodriguez: "Does Grandpa Play with Barbies Too?"

I wrote this a while ago, and just found it on my hard drive... I thought I'd share it:“Does Grandpa play with Barbies too?”It was a cold, wintry day in an elementary school outside of Boston, and many of the childrenwere wet from the record-breaking snowfall. My group came in from New York, and we were doing a tourof the Boston area for the week, driving around in a rented van, and staying at a VERY inexpensive motel.I had no idea I was going to end the day choking down my tears.We would do an assembly for kids, aged from kindergarten through high school age, and since wedid improvisation, the show was always different, fun, and exciting. I had been working with FreestyleRepertory Theatre for a few months, and had become very close with my fellow performers. All of us wejust trying to chase the dream, and had found a little slice of it working with each other, making each otherand hundreds of kids laugh everyday. It was a silly, low-paying, acting gig- but hey- it was a full-timeacting gig!We did “Improv games”, similar to what you might see on “Whose line is it anyway”, and one ofthe games was called “Biography”; We would get a child from the audience, and give them a bell and ahorn. We’d act out scenes “from their lives”, and they would direct us with the bell and the horn. Theywould “ding” if we were on the right track, and “honk” if we were not; we’d change according to theirnoise.It’s usually fun, and fantastical; the child would end up “directing” a scene between themselvesand a family member, mom, or dad, and they get a million dollar allowance. Or maybe they’d get theirtalking dog and go save the president. Or maybe they’d rescue a princess, just in time to make it back toschool for the big test.But on this day, we called up “Sally”.Sally was an adorable little dirty-blonde haired girl, in red dress, that had a dark ring around thehem because the snow had gotten to it. She came up in her white stockings and socks, without her shoesbecause they were too wet to wear. She seemed to be quiet and shy, but I think something about thepromise of seeing a scene from her own life made her raise her hand and volunteer.She came up and sat in the chair onstage, facing her school mates and all of the teachers. Often forthe shy ones, it takes a second for them to get over the idea of being in front of everyone, but she onlylooked out there for a minute. She mostly paid attention to “Jamey”, the big boy who was explaining thegame to her:“Ok Sally, Kelly here is going to play YOU in this scene, but I want you to pick who you want ME to play-I can be a friend, a family member, or someone famous- anybody in the world- real or imaginary, dead oralive…”“Um…. My grandpa who died”“……..”Jamey was a little taken aback, but we realized that it was a wonderful suggestion, and he smiledand said:“Ok, Sally- Kelly will be you, and I’ll be your grandpa who died….. what was his name?”Sally shrugged her shoulders and said:“… Grandpa?...”We all giggled, suddenly feeling protective of her, and my partner had to wipe her eyes a bit.I was on the opposite side of the stage, watching all of this, and it was my job to sometimes helpthe kids along with their decisions if they get stuck. I could feel my throat swell, and as I looked around, Isaw some of the teachers put their hands over their mouths, understanding that the moment although verymuch fun, and kind of funny, had a sweetness that brought us all back to a time when adults were amazing,interesting creatures.As the scene began, Kelly came out with a camouflage military hat on :“I’m Sally, and I like to yell orders to people in the army”She began like this so she could be “honked” by Sally, therefore showing that Sally is NOT like that.Sally looked over to me, wondering what she should do.I said “Sally- is that like you?“No”“Then if it’s not like you, do you honk, or ding?”She honked, and Kelly ran to the back for a different costume- the doctor:“My name is Sally, and I am a doctor who operates on animals”Honk!She tried again: “My name is Sally, and I like to play in my room with dolls”Ding! Kelly was on the right track“My favorites are my Pokemon”Honk- try again Kelly“My favorites are my Barbies”Ding!And Sally sat up higher, realizing what power she had; that she was seeing her own life, as directedby her.Then Jamey came out with the grey-haired wig on:“Hi Sally, it’s me- ‘Grandpa, Grandpa’!”he looked over to us and we giggled, as he continued:“I like to play with your Barbies too!’Sally didn't move.I decided to coach her a bit:“Sally? If that’s right, then you “ding”, if it’s wrong, you want to “honk”...Did your grandpa like to play with your Barbies too?”She looked at me questioningly, shrugged her little shoulders and said:“I don’t know…. I never met him”That’s when it all became so clear.Sally was depending on us to show her what her grandpa was like BEFORE he died; she wanted us to TEACH her about him, about her family. Her grandpa’s spirit is what she was looking for, and suddenly our grandpa scene went from being something just for entertainment to being extremely important and responsible work.All of the adults in the room did their best to hide their instant tears, including us on stage.Jamey, being a professional, quickly recovered, and engaged Kelly in a scene where Sally and hergrandpa had a wonderful time playing together, and going on an adventure. She also learned that wheneverSally wanted to, she could use her imagination to play with her grandpa, and she can know that he loves hervery much, even if he can’t be with her now because he died.When the scene was over, Sally bounded off the stage, happy and confident that her grandpa lovedher, the other kids applauded wildly for the great adventure scene with “Grandpa, Grandpa”, and the adultsall took very, very, deep breaths, and passed tissues to each other.We continued with the shows, the tours, the many, many biography games, but none of us willever forget little Sally and her “Grandpa, who died”. It was a silly, low-paying job with long hours, but thatday, we were more than actors- we were an important part of a little girl’s growth.I wonder if Sally still thinks of him?We do.Dedicated to every member of Freestyle Repertory Theatre, and every children's performers;It can be a really rough, disrespected gig, but it's days like this that make it worth it, isn't it?I'm proud of you!Bones Rodriguez is an Actor, Author, and Entrepreneur.
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