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Life is a beauty thing
Praise God for every good thing
And all His people.
Every lil dappled dream
Came from our awesome King
I rest in You, Lord God.
Sanskrit is beautiful,
and so is Latin.
Lenguas antiguas son tan bonitas, and so are modern languages.
Wood is wood
And sand is sand.
These plays are for you to read at home, and before you do a reading, email me about the Rhapsodic
Way of Reading.
I saw this wood pictured below at Home Depot,
fo' real.
A scene is a scene,
And sound is sound,
And life is life,
And these scenes help my life I pray, Lord God.
MY PLAYS & POETRY
Welcome to Satya Caritas!
Hats are lovely
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Hats are lovely and let us wear hats
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Click on da hat to download a copy 'o the script sample!
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See the plates below for what the set gonna be.
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Thanks be to God for our beautiful team.
Ethnicity matters.
Beauty is involved in this.
Let's read when we need to.
This is a play about freedom.
PROLOGUE
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BOOK TO BE ON ONLINE FOR NO COST IN GOD'S GOOD TIME.
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THIS PROLOGUE WILL BE THERE:
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DOLLY
I think I'm not a slave, Mr. Johnson.
I know I'm not a slave, Mr. Johnson.
And I just can't call ya Master know more cause I know it.
I'm Dolly but I ain't a Johnson.
I don't wants to be a Johnson.
I needs to tell ya it ain't guud wid it no more.
It ain't guud wid me.
I'll say it but I don't mean it.
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ANDY
You say it, er I ain't gonna feed ya!
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DOLLY
I ain't da kind ta die and die.
I ain't dat kind.
We needs to tawk some more den.
We needs to tawk and tawk some more.
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WERKS OF DRAMA
To produce a play, please read the play well and email
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THE TRUE OBSTRUCTION
ON THE ROAD TO FREEDOM
A Play with History and Pictures
by Sara Kumar
SA
Interactive Experience
Who was
James
Henry
Harding?
This is from
African American Heritage Freedmen's
Bureau
Archive
at Dallas
Public
Library.
Let slavery end, Lord.
And let there be peace and
no war at all.
On October 24, 1864,
Andrew Johnson helped free all slaves in Tennessee.
Henry's saloon was a place people came to receive false voting registration certificates in Nashville, Tennessee.
This is from
"The
Tennessean"
August 6, 1867.
This was before the
ratification of
the 15th
Amendment.
FREEDOM
On August 6th, 1866, African American leaders in the State of Tennessee met in Nashville’s Saint John’s African Methodist Episcopal Church. Delegates came from many counties in Tennessee. Among the Black leaders were Nelson McGavock, Samuel Lowery, Peter Lowery, and Henry Harding.
Samuel, Peter, Nelson, and Henry worked to build the Lowery & McGavock Shoe Manufacturing Company in Davidson County. Henry also owned real estate and a hotel.
Henry Harding supported native moderate Republicans from Tennessee. He also worked at an early stage for the African American vote to count in national elections.
St. John African American Methodist Episcopal Church was founded in the year 1863 in Nashville on Formosa Street. The original Church building was destroyed some time ago, and the new construction I discovered was destroyed in 2020 by a tornado.
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The Church is still in operation today though, thank God. You can attend a Church service at New Salem AME Church at 1800 4th Ave N, Nashville, TN 37208 at 9 AM on Sundays.
The Greenville Herald
Greeneville, Tennessee
Thu, Mar 17, 1881
Page 3
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Dolly Johnson opened a bakery on St. Patrick's Day in 1881.
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James Henry Harding married Margaret Catherine Pickett Harding (1854-1906) after his first wife, Emily, died in 1881, and thanks be to God for their lives.
Henry Harding was in Company F of the 63rd Regiment of Black Union Soldiers. This is from Fold3 from the Dallas Public Library.
Let peace be here now, Lord Jesus.
Book Chapter Reviews about Andrew Johnson's life, family, and poltical career.
William Johnson goes to Washington, D.C.
Harris and Ewing, photographer.
Created February 1937.
Courtesy of Library of Congress
Photo, Print, Drawing
Henry
worked
as a
farmer
on the
Belle
Meade
Plant-
tation.
He
joined
the
Union
Army.
ABOUT THE BOOK OF JOEL
A Play by Sara Kumar
This happened in the year 1098 A.D. in Trueintrue, Dorado.
Revised Script 2 will reflect this settimg with additions here.
Major set pieces include two chairs in a museum, a door at a pie shop, two sitting pieces at a pie shop, a table booth at a pie shop, one to two tables and a chalkboard at a coffee shop, and if needed car.
(And when they kiss awn hand,
it is chaste.)
LET JACK KENNEDY, JR. BE SO PROTECTED, AND WE PRAY FOR SWEET DREAMS IN HIS LIFE WITH JESUS.
LOVE,
TRULY ROMANTIC FRIENDS
(Kundana continues then at the lecturn.)
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I’ll talk to you about Marcellus’ dream after the ghost departs.
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This is William Shakespeare:
"Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Savior’s birth is celebrated
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;"
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I’ll let you hear a rooster sing now
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I’ll continue, friends.
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“And then, they say, no spirit doth stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,”
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And Marcellus is a guard who wants nights to be wholesome y’all, don’t you imagine? A planet striking on the watch would not be good for his job. Yet he sees a spirit that frightens him, and after it leaves, he thinks of Christmas and a rooster crows during a time of waiting for a war to come.
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Think about Marcellus now. If you can, for our midterm exam, and it’ll be so loving, yeah?
(And Kundana writes down rooster on the chalkboard.)
He is guarding Claudius at night while this man is praying.
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You hear a rooster, and write a short scene.
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That’s time. Remember next semester I teach with a friend I met at Lemma this past summer: Civil Dream Writing It’s been a lovely time, and travel warmly.
This is an additional Epílogo:
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KUNDANA
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My stories involve mystical realism.
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This means clouds being clouds is a way of God descending vectors of light to a table, for instance.
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Dreams are so there with us, right?
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Nightmares are so not what I want right now or like ever, y’all.
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Let’s read and see what the characters in Hamlet are dreaming about, because I’ve heard the nightmare already.
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From "Arden"
by Sara Kumar
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Atlas, a young boy of twelve speaks here:
Three young boys met one night
To share their ploys, as young boys might.
The first said, “I’ve a hundred sheep
My father gave for me to keep.
Oh, how brave I must be!
There is no other son like me,
I watch, I run, I yell, I leap!
And gather all my little sheep.”
Corbin, a father and shepherd speaks here:
Three young boys met one evening song or two
To share some thoughts of love and loss
As shepherds liked to do
My father gathered sheep, you see
And gathered twine and twig too
How brave I'll be, how brave I'll be
To fetch a pail of water
How brave I'll be, how brave I'll be
To fetch a lemon too
Atlas, a young boy of twelve, speaks here:
Three young boys met one night
To share their ploys as young boys might.
The second said, “I’ve ten gold stones
My father stole from Herod’s throne.
Oh, what a lucky boy I’ll be
When father dies and gives them to me!”
Corbin, an older man and father too, speaks here:
Three young boys met one evening song or two
And shared their songs as young boys do
And troubles of the morning song with dew and love
And said the man who loved me so, please know
I am a man too, and said the man who knew the man
I needs a shelter too
And now these boys of fathers kept the wake awl through
And said I'll not yet danger fright or make a faulty move
So lead let light kindly lead and do not fret the wind
And when we wait awn Heaven's gate, we watch our sheep to mend
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Harold, a young boy of eighteen years, speaks here:
And lead and lead let kindly light awl through the night we mend
And watch a redbird fly the course awl through the winter wind
And love and let the winter come, and sing and leaves of green
And walk with me till morning light and spring will come again
Corbin, a shepherd of forty-eight leads da way:
And love let kindly lead and light our way through Arden land
And walk with me till morning light and spring will come again
(And they walked and sang along their way until they stopped to pray, because George was hurting from the walk.)
Two Frogs On A Log
Larry: Let me sing well, Jim!
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Jim: Jim prays for you, friend. I'm Jim.
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Larry: I see a woman, and she is limping.
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Jim: Larry, she is able to stand with love.
-Sara Kumar
with God's love
KETCH
Cause I was werkin in Lu’siana in 60, an we had a guud guud year ‘o cotton. And dey shippin it ta England see, and dis year is 1868 an it still nawt a guud year fa us here in Nashville, cause we need da vote. And I’s gonna tell ya about what we was doin in 1860 and we gonna teach ya how dis wa got started an how Lincoln came to power.
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And when the cotton runs high, and when cotton runs high
Den dey too much cotton, an dey need to cutback
And when the cotton run low, dey need to ramp up
And when da cotton run low, dey need to ramp up and people doing guud in Lancashire
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(An Hook who lives in Lancashire, England is counting coins.)
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HOOK
Ah’m overlookin’ fower frames o spinners oop ot th’mill
Nem is ‘ook an Ah’m not o cotton p’icka, but I ‘ave one
An Ah’m o cotton p’icka from Lankeshire, he said
Nem is Enry James Pickerin. But Ah’m an ‘ardy mun, an yu k’n call mi ‘Ardy.
Aw wish mi feyther ‘ad a brain is what Ah said
An fetch a bit o’tay
An fetch a bit o’tay
An Ah k’n ‘ardly pey mi rent, he said
But Ah’m a gentle kin
An who k’n blame ‘em?
Co’body k’n an co’body k’n
An Ah k’n fetch a bit o’tay
An Ah k’n fetch a bit o’tay
An weep joost lahk a barn
An weep joost lahk a barn
Ah k’n overlook fower frames
(An Hardy who lives in an inglenook, is counting coins in a can.)
HARDY
An Ah’m ta kind ti weep
An Ah’m not ta kind ti weep
An I need to make a twothry peawnd
or so
An I need to make a twothry peawnd
or so
An I need to make a twothry peawnd
or so
An pray for what Ah ’anna got
An pey for what I k’n
An I need to mek
(An Hardy makes a motion in his mind nawt to cry.)