Born on March 12, 1928, in Washington, D.C.

, Edward Albee was adopted as an infant

by Reed Albee, the son of Edward Franklin Albee, a powerful American Vaudeville
producer. Brought up in an atmosphere of great affluence, he clashed early with the
strong-minded Mrs. Albee who attempted to mold him into a respectable member of the
Larchmont, New York social scene. But the young Albee refused to be bent to his
mother's will, choosing instead to associate with artists and intellectuals whom she
found, at the very least, objectionable.
At the age of twenty, Albee moved to New York's Greenwich Village where he held a
variety of odd jobs including office boy, record salesman, and messenger for Western
Union before finally hitting it big with his 1959 play, The Zoo Story, the story of a
drifter who acts out his own murder with the unwitting aid of an upper-middle-class
editor. Along with other early works such as The Sandbox (1959) and The American
Dream (1960), The Zoo Story effectively gave birth to American absurdist drama.
Albee was hailed as the leader of a new theatrical movement and labeled as the
successor to Arthur Miller, Tennessee Williams, and Eugene O'Neill. He is, however,
probably more closely related to the likes of such European playwrights as Beckett and
Harold Pinter. Although they may seem at first glance to be realistic, the surreal nature
of Albee's plays is never far from the surface. His best known play is Who's Afraid of
Virginia Woolf? (1962).
Albee describes his work as "an examination of the American Scene, an attack on the
substitution of artificial for real values in our society, a condemnation of complacency,
cruelty, and emasculation and vacuity, a stand against the fiction that everything in this
slipping land of ours is peachy-keen."

The Sandbox by Edward Albee

A Brief Play, in Memory of My Grandmother (1876-1959)
Players:
The Young Man, 25, a good-looking, well-built boy in a bathing suit
Mommy, 55, a well-dressed, imposing woman
Daddy, 60, a small man; gray, thin
Grandma, 86, a tiny, wizened woman with bright eyes
The Musician, no particular age, but young would be nice
Note. When, in the course of the play, Mommy and Daddy call each other by these
names, there should be no suggestion of regionalism. These names are of empty
affection and point up the pre-senility and vacuity of their characters.

Scene. A bare stage, with only the following: Near the footlights, far stage right, two
simple chairs set side by side, facing the audience; near the footlights, far stage left, a
chair facing stage right with a music stand before it; farther back, and stage center,
slightly elevated and raked, a large childs sandbox with a toy pail and shovel; the
background is the key, which alters from brightest day to deepest night.
At the beginning, it is brightest day; the Young Man is alone on stage to the rear of the
sandbox, and to one side. He is doing calisthenics; he does calisthenics until quite at the
very end of the play. These calisthenics, employing the arms only, should suggest the
beating and fluttering of wings. The Young Man is, after all, the Angel of Death.
Mommy and Daddy enter from stage left, Mommy first.
Mommy Well, here we are; this is the beach.
Daddy (whining) Im cold.
Mommy (dismissing him with a little laugh) Dont be silly; its as warm as toast. Look at
that nice young man over there: he doesnt think its cold (waves to the Young Man)
Hello.
Young Man (with an endearing smile) Hi!
Mommy (looking about) This will do perfectlydont you think so, Daddy? Theres sand
thereand the water beyond. What do you think, Daddy?
Daddy (vaguely) Whatever you say, Mommy.
Mommy (with a little laugh) Well, of coursewhatever I say, Then its settled, is it?
Daddy (shrugs) Shes your mother, not mine.
Mommy I know shes my mother. What do you take me for? (a pause) All right, now; lets
get on with it. (She shouts into the wings, stage-left) You! Out there! You can come in
now (The Musician enters, seats himself in the chair, stage-left, places music on the
music stand, is ready to play. Mommy nods approvingly.) Very nice; very nice. Are you
ready, Daddy? Lets go get Grandma.
Daddy Whatever you say, Mommy.
Mommy (leading the way out, stage-left) Of course, whatever I say. (To the Musician)
You can begin now. (The Musician begins playing; Mommy and Daddy exit; the Musician,
all the while playing, nods to the Young Man.)

Young Man (with the same endearing smile) Hi! (After a moment, Mommy and Daddy
re-enter, carrying Grandma. She is borne in by their hands under her armpits; she is
quite rigid; her legs are drawn up; her feet do not touch the ground; the expression on
her ancient face is that of puzzlement and fear.)
Daddy Where do we put her?
Mommy (with a little laugh) Wherever I say, of course. Let me seewellall right, over
therein the sandbox. (pause) Well, what are you waiting for, Daddy? The sandbox!
(Together they carry Grandma over to the sandbox and more or less dump her in.)

Grandma (righting herself to a sitting position; her voice a cross between a babys laugh
and cry) Ahhhhhh! Graaaaa!
Daddy What do we do now?
Mommy (to the Musician) You can stop now. (the Musician stops.) (Back to Daddy) What
do you mean, what do we do now? We go over there and sit down, of course. (to the
Young Man) Hello there.
Young Man (smiling) Hi! (Mommy and Daddy move to the chairs, stage-right, and sit
down)
Grandma (same as before) Ahhhhh! Ah-haaaaaaa! Graaaaaa!
Daddy Do you thinkdo you think shescomfortable?
Mommy (impatiently) How would I know?
Daddy What do we do now?
Mommy Wewait. Wesit hereand we waitthats what we do.
Daddy Shall we talk to each other?
Mommy Well, you can talk, if you want toif you can think of anything to sayif you can
think of anything new.
Daddy (thinks) NoI suppose not.
Mommy (with a triumphant laugh) Of course not!
Grandma (banging the toy shovel against the pail) Haaaaa! Ah-haaaaaa!
Mommy Be quiet, Grandmajust be quiet, and wait. (Grandma throws a shovelful of sand
at Mommy.) Shes throwing sand at me! You stop that, Grandma; you stop throwing sand
at Mommy! (to Daddy) Shes throwing sand at me. (Daddy looks around at Grandma, who
screams at him.)
Grandma GRAAAAAA!
Mommy Dont look at her. Just sit herebe very stilland wait. (to the Musician) You
uhyou can go ahead and do whatever it is you do (The Musician plays. Mommy and
Daddy are fixed, staring out beyond the audience. Grandma looks at them, looks at the
Musician, looks at the sandbox, throws down the shovel.)
Grandma Ah-haaaaaa! Graaaaaaa! (Looks for reaction; gets none. Nowshe speaks
directly to the audience) Honestly! What a way to treat an old woman! Drag her out of
the housestick her in a car.bring her out here from the city.dump her in a pile of
sandand leave her here to set. Im eighty-six years old! I was married when I was
seventeen. To a farmer. He died when I was thirty. (To the Musician) Will you stop that,
please? (The Musician stops playing). Im a feeble old womanhow do you expect anybody
to hear me over that peep! Peep! Peep! (to herself) Theres no respect around here. (to
the Young Man )Theres no respect around here!
Young Man (smiles ) Hi!
Grandma (continues to the audience) My husband died when I was thirty, and I had to
raise that big cow over there (indicates mommy) all by my lonesome. You can imagine
what that was like. Lordy! (to the Young Man) Whered they get you?
Young Man OhIve been around for a while.
Grandma Ill bet you have! Heh, heh, heh. Will you look at you!

Young Man (flexing his muscles) Isnt that something?

Grandma Boy, oh boy; Ill say. Pretty good.
Young Man (sweetly) Ill say.
Grandma Where ya from?
Young Man Southern California.
Grandma Figgers; figgers. Whats your name, honey?
Young Man I dont know
Grandma (to the audience) Bright, too!
Young Man I meanI mean, they havent given me one yetthe studio
Grandma (giving him the once-over) You dont sayyou dont say. Welluh, Ive got to
talk some moredont you go way.
Young Man Oh, no.
Grandma (turning her attention to the audience) Fine; fine. (then back once more to the
Young Man) Youreyoure an actor, huh?
Young Man (beaming) Yes, I am.
Grandma (to audience again) Im smart that way. Anyhow, I had to raise that over
there all by my lonesome; and whats next to her therethats what she married. Rich? I
tell youmoney, money, money. They took me off the farmwhich was real decent of
themand they moved me into the big town house with themfixed a nice place for me
under the stovegave me an army blanketand my own dishmy very own dish! So, what
have I got to complain about? Nothing, of course! Im not complaining. (She looks up at
the sky, shouts to someone off stage) Shouldnt it be getting dark now, dear? (the lights
dim; night comes on. The musician begins to play; it becomes deepest night. There are
spotlights on all the players, including the Young Man, who is, of course, continuing his
calisthenics.)
Daddy. Its nighttime.
Mommy Shhhhh. Be stillwait.
Daddy (whining) Its so hot.
Mommy Shhhhhhh. Be still.wait.
Grandma (to herself) Thats better. Night. (to the musician) Honey, do you play all
through this part? (the musician nods). Well, kept it nice and soft; thats a good boy.
Thats nice.
Daddy (starting) What was that?
Mommy (beginning to weep) It was nothing.
Daddy It was.it wasthunderor a wave breakingor something.
Mommy (whispering, through her tears) It was an off-stage rumble,and you know what
that means.
Daddy I forget
Mommy (barely able to talk) It means the time has come for poor Grandma and I
cant bear it!
Daddy II suppose youve got to be brave.

Grandma (mocking) Thats right, kid; be brave. Youll bear up; youll get over it.
(offstage: another rumblelouder)
Mommy Ohhhhhhhhhhhpoor Grandma.poor Grandma
Grandma (to mommy) Im fine! Im all right! It hasnt happened yet! (offstage: violent
rumble; all lights go out, save the spot on the young Man; musician stops playing)
Mommy Ohhhhhhhh. . . Ohhhhhhhhhhh. (silence)
Grandma Dont put the lights up yetIm not ready; Im not quite ready. (silence) All
right, dearIm about done. (the lights come up again, to the brightest day; the
musician begins to play. Grandma is discovered, still in the sandbox, lying on her side,
propped up on an elbow, half covered, busily shoveling sand over herself.)
Grandma (muttering) I dont know how Im supposed to do anything with this god-damn
toy shovel
Daddy Mommy! Its daylight!
Mommy (brightly) It is! Well! Our long night is over. We must put away our tears, take
off our mourningand face the future. Its our duty.
Grandma (still shoveling; mimicking) take off our mourningface the future.Lordy!
(Mommy and Daddy rise, stretch. Mommy waves to the Young Man.)
Young Man (with a smile) Hi! (Grandma plays dead. Mommy and daddy go over to look at
her; she is little more than half buried in the sand; the toy shovel is in her hands which
are crossed on her breast.)
Mommy (before the sandbox; shaking her head) Lovely! Its.its hard to be sadshe
looksso happy. (with pride and conviction) It pays to do things well. (to the Musician)
All right, you can stop now, if you want to. I mean, stay around for a swim, or something;
its all right with us. (she sighs heavily) Well, Daddyoff we go.
Daddy Brave Mommy!
Mommy Brave Daddy! (they exit, stage-left)
Grandma It pays to do things wellBoy, oh boy! (she tries to sit up) well, kidsI I
cant get up. I I cant move (The Young Man stops his calisthenics, nods to the
Musician, walks over to Grandma, kneels down by the sandbox.)
Grandma I.cant move.
Young Man Shhhhbe very still.
Grandma I I cant move
Young Man Uhmaam; II have a line here.
Grandma Oh, Im sorry, sweetie; you go right ahead.
Young Man I am uh
Grandma Take your time, dear.
Young Man I am the Angel of Death. I amuhI am come for you.
Grandma Whatwha (then, with resignation)ohhhhh.ohhhhh, I see. (The Young Man
bends over, kisses Grandma gently on the forehead.)
Grandma (her eyes closed, her hands folded on her breast again, the shovel between
her hands, a sweet smile on her face) Well.that was very nice, dear

Young Man (still kneeling) Shhhhhbe still.

Grandma What I meant wasyou did that very well, dear
Young Man (blushing) oh
Grandma No; I mean it. Youve got that.youve got a quality.
Young Man (with an endearing smile) Ohthank you; thank you very muchmaam.
Grandma (slowly; softlyas the Young Man puts his hands on top of Grandmas hands)
Youre.youre welcome.dear.
The Musician continues to play as the curtain comes down.