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There are woods and meadows all around us and babbling
brooks with flowers at the edge. As we drive,
the wagon
becomes larger and larger. Suddenly
it is a barn filled
with hay. Everybody is square-dancing and having a good
time. Each person takes a turn calling the turns.
I wake
up laughing so hard and loud I
have to look around to
make sure I am home.
(C. N. E., Mount Laurel, New
Jersey)
I dreamed about circles, and sang "Let
the Circle Be
Unbroken."
(D.R., Independence, Kansas)
I am starting on an ocean liner trip. The
ship is not a
first-class ship, but perhaps a second-class
one. I have
paid for the trip but don't know what to expect
in the way
of financial extras. Everything takes place in a circle.
All
the chairs are arranged in a circle on the
main deck and,
with brief exceptions, everybody always
comes back to
this circle for the whole of the trip. There is one chair with
an arm-desk attached [as in school] where
one can work
on a potter's wheel. I think this is nice, except for the fact
that people will be standing around watching you. I
don't
like that, nor do I much like the idea of
being constantly
brought together with no more tune for the individual than
is allowed for.
There are plenty
of stewards and stewardesses on
board to attend to the guests.
We [there are several
people in my care] have a steward meeting
our needs as
well as a number of other
passengers. The steward is
seemingly sincere in his attention to us, but I
feel it may
be for extra tips. He brings a large
bouquet of lilacs to
me. I take them to my kitchen cabinet [on
board ship] to
look for an appropriate
container. I have four large
containers, like pitchers. Three are clear crystal
and one
a clear amber color, but all are
slightly larger than is
needed. They are all I have and I think that
one of them
will do. Then I notice
that the bouquet is really two
bouquets and I think it presumptuous
of me to assume
that both are for me, although
the steward did not say
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