It’s a harrowing and holy space in which we witness both the momentous and the everyday in the lives of the citizens of Grover’s Corners. What we see evokes both an arena in a Roman amphitheater that would be used for gladiatorial combats and the arches of the sanctuary of a rural American church. There are a couple of questions that this disarmingly comforting production of Our Town raises for me: 1) What does the “mind of God” look like? and 2) Who is meant to be included in the word “our” in the title Our Town?Īn answer to the first question is proposed the moment we enter the theater and are confronted with the set (Wilson Chin). Jake Loewenthal (George Gibbs), Maisie Ann Posner (Rebecca Gibbs), and Holly Twyford (Stage Manager) in ‘Our Town.’ Photo by Teresa Castracane Photography.
As the play delves into its subject of life and death, the hearts of the audience are treated with tender and gentle grace. Watching and listening to it is like being inside a soap bubble that is blown into the air and gently caught as it descends in such a way to prevent its bursting. Our Town, now at the Shakespeare Theatre, feels and sounds like a poem. “He wrote Jane a letter and on the envelope the address was like this: It said: Jane Crofut The Crofut Farm Grover’s Corners Sutton County New Hampshire United States of America… Continent of North America Western Hemisphere the Earth the Solar System the Universe the Mind of God - that’s what it said on the envelope… And the postman brought it just the same.” - Rebecca Gibbs, Our Town
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