I Dream Alone by Gabriel Walsh

Author:Gabriel Walsh [Walsh, Gabriel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: QuarkXPress, ebook, epub
ISBN: 9781781991251
Publisher: Poolbeg Press
Published: 2013-03-27T16:26:00+00:00

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On the odd weekend the Axes and I would go and see a play on Broadway. Of the plays – and there were quite a few – that Mr. Axe and I had seen, our favourite was the musical My Fair Lady. Mrs. Axe was less committal about favouring one play over another. She seemed to like them all.

When my last day at summer school came about, after I had passed my two courses, I was listed and registered to receive my diploma from Sleepy Hollow High School, which I officially received close to the end of summer. That same week, while I was still in a celebratory mood, I decided that I would go unannounced to visit Muriel in Williams. I had been there twice before and knew my way to Vermont. More than a month had passed since I had seen her. I drove along the Taconic Parkway feeling like a new man. The acquisition of the high school diploma was out of the way and, with the exception of serving Mrs. Axe her breakfast on weekday mornings and putting in a few hours in the office at the castle, I was free to go where I pleased. After informing Mrs. Axe that I was planning on visiting Muriel in Vermont, I chose the weekend for my journey. I also bought a small pocketbook edition of William Blake’s poems as a token reminder of our days in class. My car had recently been tuned up and it performed like new. With four wheels under me and William Blake’s poetry in my back pocket, I was in great form as I drove to Williams.

It was late afternoon when I pulled into the parking lot at Williams. As I headed towards Muriel’s residence I noticed girls and boys dancing on the huge lawn in front of the Commons. Many of them looked like they were active participants at a carnival. There was a palpable sense of looseness and freedom in the air. The place was abuzz with students coming and going in every direction. There was a banner between two trees extending a welcome to ‘freshmen’. Some of the young men from Williams had grown their hair as long as the female companions they walked about the campus with. A few even seemed to have fallen out of the nearby trees. Their attire was anything but uniform-like. Everybody seemed to be doing their own thing. Whether it was a good or a bad thing, respect for authority didn’t appear to be in vogue at Williams. Musicians seemed to be everywhere, playing instruments that might easily have been as old as mankind itself. There was the odd character who still had the courage to wear a crew-cut and a three-piece suit with a shirt and tie to match but that sighting was rare. The voices, the singing and the songs were also of the kind that advocated social change. Woodie Guthrie – “This land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York Island .

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