Time is Passing
a story of minnesota women
at the turn of the century

"Time is passing and everything is missed.
I am not living, I am just working."
-Anna Rudinitsky

With a collage of mime, music, dramatic scenes and historical slides, we share the story of Minnesota women at the turn of the 20th century. Most of the words in the play are from journals, letters and speeches by women in the time period.
 
 
 

We are the soft serenaders of tomorrow's song.
We teach one another to sit with our backs
    very straight
So our voices are strong and permeating
And the rhythm, and the rhythm is the glass
    smooth surface of a morning lake
The brown bottom roots of a tree
    planted in calm concern
By the mother of our grandmother
Of our Grandmother.

-Joann Haberman