Our Father: Frannie Sheridan's play, The Waltonsteins, forced her family to confront the demons of its secret past
Dr. Bernie Sheridan slowly makes his way through the streets of Vienna, the city of
his childhood, the city of a million secrets. An old man now, shrunken to five feet tall,
Dr. Sheridan is weighted to Earth by a gigantic briefcase that holds a fragile piece of
paper from his past: his baptism certificate from the Holy Rosary Cathedral in
Regina, Canada, dated Nov. 24, 1952.
He climbs the steps of the old city hall, pulls out the certificate, and says in quiet
German to a clerk, ``I would like this invalidated.''
He says in the same whisper, ``I would like to
redeclare myself as a Jew.''
Dr. Bernie Sheridan, once a prominent eye surgeon in Ottawa, now 84 years old, is
filled with fear.