Finding Nana

Nana goes to Edinburgh

In August 2017, New Perspectives took Finding Nana to the Edinburgh Fringe. We had a fantastic creative team including director Katie Posner, designer Sara Perks, lighting designer Alexandra Stafford and sound designer Arun Ghosh.

As well as some great reviews, we received an overwhelming audience reaction. So many people relating to the story and lots of emotional responses.

The play is set to tour in Feb/March 2018.

See reviews and audience comments.

Finding Nana

Every summer, Jane and her Nana shared the same room in the same hotel in the same seaside resort for the same two weeks. That was until Nana started to lose her memory.

FINDING NANA, Lincoln Drill Hall, May 2013

FINDING NANA, early sharing or rough draft, Lincoln Drill Hall, May 2013

Flitting between the past and present, Nottingham and the Isle of Wight, and childhood and old age, Finding Nana is a play about love and loss, memory, disconnection and finding your way home.

Originally written for Making Tracks, a project started in the East Midlands by Theatre Writing Partnership, Finding Nana was shared as a work-in-progress at Lincoln Drill Hall and Colchester Mercury in May 2013. The play was directed by Esther Richardson with sound by Adam McCready.

Read blog posts from my Finding Nana journey.

January 2012
February 2012
April 2012

 

 

11 thoughts on “Finding Nana

  1. I miss Nana and I want to remember her so thank you Jane for keeping Nana in our lives.

    We will never forget her and neither will anyone else in our family. She was the most energetic person I’ve ever met and she will always be.

    • I wish I had been born earlier so I could have spent more time with her. The only memories I have of her were spending time at her old people’s homes for her birthday and at her old house singing “when my hair has turned to silver…,” but yet again I wish I had more memories.

      I love you Nana.

  2. What a brave and inspirational project and journey. You’re a huge talent with a ‘huger’ heart – I’ve no doubt you’ll find Nana, and it will be amazing for everyone to hear your story.

    Good luck Jane x

  3. I wish I had got to know her better too. One of my favourite memories of Nana was when me and Al stayed with her on New Year’s Eve one year. Mum and Greg had gone out with Grandma and Grandad. Nana let me have the bed and an electric blanket and al only had a sofa bed thing :). We were playing games all night and when it got to midnight, fireworks started going off and Nana jumped so far into the air because she had completely forgotten it was New Year’s Eve.

    It so sad what happened to her, but at least she is out of pain now. Love you always Nana
    xxxx

  4. I’ve never really considered what constitutes a good writer, which is a bit crap considering English Lit was my best subject by far and I achieved a pretty good A-Level in it! I used to read all the time, books that had been recommended, authors that had won awards. My thinking was that if they’d been published they must be good on some level – right? Anyway, my point is Jane – I read your whole blog late last night and I thought it was just brilliant. I wanted to be one of those friends you used to meet up with every summer on the Island. I wanted to see you sat on the bed in room 17 as a little girl. I wanted to meet your Nana. That sort of connectivity has got to be down to the talent of the author – right? I went to bed later thinking about your words and was still awake an hour later when my one year old woke up screaming because of his teeth. Your story helped me get through the remainder of the sleepless night, I don’t know why, I guess your honesty made me feel less cross with my baby for keeping me awake, so for that, I thank you. Good luck with the rest of your journey my hugely talented friend, looking forward to the next instalment. I think you may have already surpassed those glory days of the ‘sandwich scheme’! x

  5. Your Nana will always be a beautiful part of my life, she made me feel welcome (and slightly embarrased when she made me dance!) and had a joy about her that I have never encountered in anyone else. And she taught me to play dominoes, and took no prisoners!

  6. Dear Jane,
    I am the place you came to stay after no. 17. When you were here I had no idea of the reason for your trip to the ‘Island’, other than to write. After reading your blog I am sitting at my desk with tears in my eyes, moved by your memories, and astounded by the similarities in our experiences. I have lived on the Isle of Wight for 10 years. I live here because I wanted to start a new life, away from the hecticness and pain of London, back to the place that gave me the most amazing childhood memories. The place that my Nan bought me to every year, an old fashioned, beautiful, magical place that makes everything ‘alright’. And I to, see her everywhere I go, always smiling, & she says to me ‘it’s alright my darling, I’ve just gone on a little holiday’. And still, 30 years on, the short 13 years that my Nan was in my life (she went far too soon) are the most memorable & wonderful of all. Thanks Nan for my old fashioned, ‘famous five’, child hood & for giving ‘The Island’ to me.
    I completely know & understand how you feel Jane, the memories sometimes take my breath away, I loved reading about your Nana. xx

  7. i’m not confident at the best of times, so putting something in writing on here is a brave move for me. How can I write something after reading your moving copy. You have made me proud to know such a wonderful, kind, talented and thoughtful person. (Kirsty said it much better than me) But i only wanted to let you know, not bloody praise you (!), that after reading this you have made me question my relationship with my own grandparents and whether you intended to or not you have made me (and others who have elderly family, I’m sure) think about how I cherish them now – warts and all. x

  8. I’m not much of reader, in fact if a book is made into a film, i’d seldom choose to read it. You get the idea. However, your blog is a joy to read. It made me smile and made me sad. It made me pause and look up, and reminisce about my own family’s holidays to Dorset, and of course, about my own nana. Your style of writing makes it really easy for me to relate, and although the story is personal to you, it translates so well and stirred up my own emotions. Good luck on this journey Jane. Can’t wait to read more.
    Jamie x

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