
A Tribute 
WHEN you were a small boy or girl you had a dream, didn’t 
you? About what you would do or be when you grew up. Part was 
about what you wanted to have: a pretty dress, a new hat, a smiling 
boy with brown eyes or a girl with ravishing hair ... After a while 
or perhaps early your dream concerned itself with a good educa- 
tion, a nice job, a well-kept home, a sporty car, and of course a 
family. 
Well, I was like that too when I was young. Only my dream con- 
sisted of fragments ... something hazy, hard to define ...I loved 
and therefore dreamed about the velvety-faced pansies that bloomed 
each Spring in my Mother’s front yard ... Dreamed and mooned 
over tulip trees, horse chestnuts, white dogwood and magnolias that 
grew out in the city park ...Gazed enraptured and dreamed about 
the wild white haw and the pink crabapple that clothed the hills 
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