I have two amazing memories of when I was
three turning four. I know the age because
shortly before I turned four, we moved and
Mrs. Barns was no longer our caregiver, as
we call this today. On this particularly day in
my memory, she was in the living room
ironing and listening to the radio; I sat on
the floor playing with my doll. The program
was an audio rendition of Romeo and Juliet,
reenacted with the different voices. To this
day, I have no idea why she allowed me to
listen; she must have thought I was too
young to capture the meaning. She could
also simply have been too enthralled to pay
attention, as was I. Obviously I was too
young to understand the concepts celebrated
in this enduring tragedy. Nonetheless, it made
an impression such that it has impacted me,
as well as my values, my entire life. I tend to
view suicide differently from others. I seem to
honor young love as witnessed in my classes,
lo these 40 years. And, above all else, a life-
long love affair with Shakespeare. I will ever
love the Bard!!!
in love with the bard
celebrating four fifty
wish i could be there
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