"Sally Nemeth's HOLY DAYS is a stage poem. It is a
disturbing elegy for the lost souls in the dying plains of Kansas,
1936, who clung to their blighted homesteads like bees to a poisoned hive. Not
as a matter of choice, but of Inevitability....
This is THE GRAPES OF WRATH in reverse. There is not much
plot. What there is, is simple and stirring....
There is beauty and wisdom in this little piece...."
Sylvie Drake, Los Angeles Times
"Small miracles are no less wondrous than their
king-size fellows, and Sally Nemeth's HOLY DAYS...provides at least two pocket
Imagine a play about Dust Bowl poverty in which nobody says
`I reckon', or even owns a rockin' chair. Imagine a play about nobility of human
spirit that never sentimentalizes its sufferers, that grants them intelligence
and bewilderment, even humor.... A miracle...