The Icelandic connection - 01.06.2010, Blaðsíða 12

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ICELANDIC CONNECTION
Vol. 63 #1
ACT ONE Scene I A Saturday evening at sunset
Scene II The following Sunday morning at dawn
SCENE I
The play opens with Borga and Ingi sitting at opposite ends of the kitchen table in front
of the window that faces out to the farmyard and adjacent to the closed door which is right
of the stage. The door leads into the storm porch. The barn is situated directly across from
the house and can be seen from the kitchen window. Ingi and Borga are listening to a
Country Western program on the radio that sits on the table, while finishing a mug of cof-
fee and a piece of cake. The phone, a sugar bowl and serviettes are also on the table. During
this scene, the sun is setting and the light in the kitchen gradually becomes darker. When
the curtain rises, a storm is approaching: thunder is heard and raindrops fall audibly against
the windowpane. A tune is fading away to close the program.
RADIO ANNOUNCER W-e-11 - this brings our program to a close for another
week - hope you’ve enjoyed listenin’ as much as I’ve enjoyed
bringin' your favorite music into your homes or wherever you
may be and that’s for sure! Remember to keep those emails
cornin’ and your cards and letters for ‘Request Time’. Take
care and I’ll be here with you again - God willin’ - so until...
(click)
(turning off radio) Borga mm - better to turn the radio off
with that storm cornin’ up - don’t ya think? And of course, we
should be gettin’off to bed!
I guess you’re right. It’s been a wonderful day, hasn’t it?
And it seems to be cornin’ to a spectacular finish!
Ye-ah.
(putting a sugar cube into the side of his mouth and sipping
his coffee) I’d say it sounds like fireworks for our birthday.
That’s for sure!
Ooh - it sends sh-sh-shivers up my spine.
(teasingly) Oh, come on now, Borga min. You should be
used to it by now after 68 years of prairie storms!
Well, I do love listening to the raindrops on the window.
They have always talked to me and the...
Oh I know! I think they’re sayin’, (whispering audibly)
‘Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, better tiptoe up to bed.’
(laughing) Ye-ah, I can hear that - but the smell and the feel
of the rain have always been so sweet and comforting...
(thunder) Oh, Ingi minn! This thunder reminds me of a hot
summer day when Pabbi would take us out for a boat ride and
then a storm would come up and we’d have to run for cover
INGI
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
INGI
BORGA