Here I Belong (NHB Modern Plays)
By Matt Hartley
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It's Elsie's ninetieth birthday. Come and join us in the village hall to celebrate. There will be cake.
Elsie has lived in the village for sixty years. She has seen elections, weddings, wars, people coming, people going. The village is where her daughter grew up, it's where her husband died and it's where she's going to stay.
Travel through time from 1953 to the present day in this play about village life and the right to grow old in your own home.
First produced on a UK tour by Pentabus Theatre Company and performed by two women, Here I Belong provides ideal material for amateur companies for up to eight female performers – especially those performing in their own village halls.
Matt Hartley
Matt Hartley grew up in the Peak District and studied drama at the University of Hull. His first play Sixty Five Miles won a Bruntwood Award in the inaugural Bruntwood Competition and was produced by Paines Plough/Hull Truck in 2012. Other work for theatre includes: The Wife of Cyncoed (Sherman Theatre, Cardiff, 2024); Idyll (Pentabus Theatre tour, 2021); Eyam (Shakespeare's Globe, 2018); Here I Belong (Pentabus tour, 2016); Deposit (Hampstead Theatre Downstairs, 2015); Microcosm (Soho Theatre, 2014); Horizon (National Theatre Connections, 2014); The Bee (Edinburgh Festival, 2008); Punch (Hampstead/Heat and Light Company); and Epic, Trolls and Life for Beginners (all at Theatre503, London). He has written for TV's Hollyoaks and his radio plays include The Pursuit and Final Call.
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Here I Belong (NHB Modern Plays) - Matt Hartley
Here I Belong was produced by Pentabus and first performed at Bromfield Village Hall, Shropshire, on Wednesday 12 October 2016, before going on a UK Tour. The cast was as follows:
Acknowledgements
Having had the privilege of growing up in a village, I would like to thank all those who made that possible and informed that experience. Many of whom have lent their names and experiences to this play.
Deepest thanks to the Pentabus team: Crayg, Jenny, Kitty, Sam and Tim who as well as being wonderful human beings continue to challenge the notion of what rural theatre is. To the cast and crew of the show – thank you for being so generous and bringing this story to life.
And of course Elizabeth Freestone who is the most brilliant champion a writer could ever have. Rural communities will sorely miss you, I am honoured that this is your Pentabus swansong.
M.H.
For Elsie, Marion, Helen and Eden
Setting
Here I Belong takes place in the fictional village of Woodside’s Village Hall. Woodside has a strong agricultural history. It is this that led to Elsie’s arrival as a nineteen-year-old conscript in the WLA in 1943. Historically, the village would have had a population of around about two hundred and fifty people, with a church (C of E), a pub (The Plough), a primary school and a small shop. As of 1953, when the play starts, there were several working farms, and local businesses such as a tailor and a blacksmith. During this time Woodside would have acted as a filter for local surrounding hamlets, such as Hedgeway. It is imagined that the closest major city is thirty-plus miles away. A newer town (Newton) is built, in the late sixties, on the site of Heatherview, which is approximately seven miles away and is the closest largest urban area to Woodside.
Characters
1953
ELSIE, twenty-seven years old
DOROTHY, twenty-seven years old
1979
ELSIE, fifty-three years old
MARION, twenty-six years old
1998
ELSIE, seventy-two years old
SCARLETT, twenty-nine years old
2016
ELSIE, ninety
KATIE REED, twenty-seven years old
This ebook was created before the end of rehearsals and so may differ slightly from the play as performed.
1953
Early morning. June 2nd. 1953. Woodside Village Hall. The wireless plays an upbeat song. ELSIE is dragging a table into position, she has clearly been moving tables for a long time and this is the final piece of the jigsaw. Once finished, ELSIE stands in the middle of the hall, planning, taking it all in, enjoying the music as she does. ELSIE is five months pregnant and it is beginning to show. ELSIE fetches a ladder and places it below a beam, she then opens up a bag and takes out a roll of bunting. ELSIE goes up to the ladder and, without hesitating, climbs it.As ELSIE gets to the top she attempts to tie the bunting, it is knotted. ELSIE smiles, it was to be expected, ELSIE then rests on the ladder’s seat and begins to unravel it. Eventually…
DOROTHY (off). Elsie?
ELSIE continues to unknot the bunting.
(Off.)Elsie?
ELSIE. I’m through here.
DOROTHY (off). Elsie, it’s Dot.
ELSIE. I can hear you.
DOROTHY (off). Elsie?
ELSIE. I’m through here!
DOROTHY (off). Oh Elsie, you’ve not started without me, have you?
ELSIE. There’s a lot to be done.
DOROTHY (off). We agreed on half past eight and it’s not even twenty past.
Crashing and bashing. A curse from DOROTHY.
ELSIE. Dot, careful, don’t break the door down.
DOROTHY (off). It’s Marion’s pram, the wheel’s stuck!
ELSIE. Well, use the door handle, it’s a pram not a tank.
DOROTHY (off). Oh, for heaven’s sake.
ELSIE. My hands are full, wait one second and I’ll get the door.
DOROTHY (off). No, no, don’t worry about me, I’ll manage. Come on… wheel…
Another crash and a bang…
(Off.) There we go, I’m in!
DOROTHY, flustered, enters pushing in a pram. The pram contains a sleeping baby, Marion.
Elsie, what are you doing up there?
ELSIE. I’m trying to put up the bunting, but whoever packed it away left it in a proper tangle.
DOROTHY. You must never go up a ladder without somebody to hold it.
ELSIE. If I survived the Blitz, I can survive sitting on a ladder.
DOROTHY takes hold of the ladder with one hand, whilst gripping the pram with her other.
DOROTHY. Should you even be up there in your condition?
ELSIE. It’s barely three foot high. I am fine.
DOROTHY. I lost all sense of balance when I was pregnant. I walked into walls. I had to be rooted to the ground. I became as adventurous as a carrot.
DOROTHY can’t stop herself, she grips the ladder with both hands.
ELSIE. Timber!
DOROTHY. Elsie!!
ELSIE. I’m joking, I was joking, Dot!
DOROTHY. That was not funny!!!
ELSIE. You can let go, Dot, I’m plenty capable of getting down myself. You’d be better off keeping an eye on Marion – she’s probably concussed from being used to batter the door down.
DOROTHY. Oh, I’m not talking to her, right now.
ELSIE. Has she been being trouble?
DOROTHY. She may look like butter wouldn’t melt right now but don’t let that fool you, she’s been a little monster. Up all night.
ELSIE. I’ll turn the music off.
DOROTHY. No! It’s the silence that keeps her awake! Music. Singing. Shouting. Crashing through doors, anything loud – not a flinch. But silence, oh she screams the place down when that sets in.
ELSIE. Good luck finding anything but silence round here.
DOROTHY. It’s not a laughing matter, I’ve been playing Al Martino on loop all night.
ELSIE. Play her enough of his songs and she’ll grow to love the peace.
DOROTHY removes a handkerchief from her pocket and begins to energetically mop her brow.
DOROTHY. I used to think that man’s voice was sent from heaven, all along it was hell to tame this devil. Well, my love, you’ve got all this to look forward to.
ELSIE. That I have.
DOROTHY. What? I’m hot!
ELSIE. Maybe you should go home, you’re going to be no use to me if you’re this giddy.
DOROTHY. Oh I will, it’s only the excitement of today catching up with me, Elsie – or maybe it’s the lack of sleep, it’s definitely the lack of sleep. Four nights – I’ve had nothing, four nights! I – all the emotions are merging into one. Oh Elsie, Elsie, Elsie.
ELSIE. I’m well aware of my name.
DOROTHY. The tables and chairs, did you get them out?
ELSIE. I’ve yet to meet furniture that does it itself.
DOROTHY. You’ve been here a long time, haven’t you.
ELSIE. Only a minute or two.
DOROTHY. Oh stop, I know when you’re fibbing.
ELSIE. Oh do you?
DOROTHY. You’re doing it now. I know because you’re not smiling – it’s such an effort to make yourself look unhappy. It’s why you’re so terrible at cards. Such a tell.
ELSIE. There’s a compliment in there somewhere.
DOROTHY. Yes, there is. You won’t get it all done by yourself, will you.
ELSIE. Well, I’ve been doing all right. I’ve got the wireless playing, the bunting’s out, the tables and chairs are all set up and ready –
DOROTHY. Is that where they’re going?
ELSIE. Yes.
DOROTHY. Oh.
ELSIE. Dot?
DOROTHY. Nothing.
ELSIE. And I’m the terrible fibber.