Alt Grapes of Wrath

I’m playing Ma Joad in our local community theatre right now. Loving it.

My husband gave me an idea. I was telling him how Ma Joad kills everyone and he said, “What if you’re a serial killer?” LOL

She left the gate open, let the pig get out and it ate the “baby”. The baby human? Our pig ate the neighbor’s baby?? Or the pig ate an animal baby? Either way. Yikes.

Then, she gives Granpa soothin’ sirrup. He promptly dies.

Noah says he’s leaving the family and is never seen again.

Granma has a fever and I won’t let the family stop. Granma dies.

Connie, that good-for-nothing son-in-law of mine, disappears suddenly.

The preacher dies in the dark and then Ma is found on the bench, in the dark, immediately after. Hm.

I tell Tom to go away and I’m the last person who sees him.

I’m with Rosasharon when her baby dies.

OH. MY. GOD! I’m a serial killer.

What if I poisoned Uncle John’s wife?? I’m the cook. Gah!

This would make a good story, no? LOL


Rock of Ages

The featured photo is the Baptist church in Aullville, my mom’s hometown. I played with the levels in Photoshop.

I was looking up old hymns last night. Mainly because I’m in Grapes of Wrath right now and I wanted to re-familiarize myself with old hymns. Ma Joad has got religion, but she ain’t lousy with it. She is happy in the Lord. 🙂 I hate to use the word religion or religious because it has such a negative connotation. And. She is more than that. She is spiritual. Like me.

One of my favorites, and I think a favorite of my mom, is In the Garden. <<—this version by Johnny Cash (one of my favorite country artists)

But I also looked up Rock of Ages. Not a big one when I was kid. But the words are touching.

Rock of ages (Jesus)
Cleft for me (Broken)
Let me hide
Myself in Thee (Let me cover my sin with your blood, or let your sacrifice cover my shortcomings, or let people see you, perfect, instead of me, flawed)

Good stuff.

Then I found this! AH! Bruce and Rage Against the Machine’s singer Tom Morello?? How have I not heard this?

The Ghost of Tom Joad

Good stuff.

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A picture I took from my mom’s hometown before we left for Florida. Same town she lived in during the 30s. Very Grapes of Wrath-ish. 🙂



Roundabout Okie

Hey y’all! I’s done did it now! I was cast in Grapes of Wrath here in Venice. I get to play Ma Joad. I can’t tell you how excited I am. I’m fit to be tied, I tell ya.

Grapes of Wrath is epic. Christian-themed, full of religion and tragic as hell. You could tell me it’s based on an ancient Greek play and I’d swaller that whole. I can’t wait to get started.

Hear tell, I’m an Okie. Sorta. Little bit. My kin come from all over, but my granddaddy’s daddy married a full-blooded Native American down in Oklahoma and had hisself a brood with her’n. My dad’s dad was 1/2 Chickasaw, came up from Oklahomie and put hisself thru Chiropracty schoolin’ in KC. He was a farmer, doctor of sorts and fishing lure inventor. He even patented a complicated, new-fangled, unsuccessful lure design, had a couple made, and sold a very few. My ma still has one. Ugly thing made to impress with multiple hooks, shiny plastic housing, and bright, fake insect-like bait, but in all probability, totally useless.

I am particularly proud of my tangential Okie connection. My Native American heritage. My own Missouri family history through the Dust Bowl and Great Depression. I am proud to come from a long line of working class folks. The people who work hard and do what it takes. I’m not sure how or why they (we) made it through such a terrible time, but it tells me even this minute detail:

“…we’re the people that live.” (Ma, Grapes of Wrath)

I’ve overcome terrible sickness/surgery, my own personal depression, and raging food addiction for the last 5+ years, but I am the person that lives. 🙂 I come from a long line of hellers. 😉