Emily: Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?--every, every minute?
Stage Manager: No. Saints and poets, maybe--they do some.
--THORNTON WILDER
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SALTAIRE38.blogspot.com "In the time of your life--live." That time is short and it doesn't return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition (--Tennesse Williams)
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Whenever I describe Saltaire to an outsider "Our Town" is part of that description. The 1st time I read it I thought: "That's where I grew up".
Except, DERF, in the Thorton Wilder Play the boy and the girl who married both grew up in Grovers Corners. In my generation, it was rare for one Saltairian to marry another. It was kind of like, incestuous if you married a girl from Saltaire. It was like marrying your sister. You knew these girls too well and they knew you too well.
Why should you have to use an old play about a town in New Hampshire to describe Saltaire? Why not tell your own Saltaire stories here? You and everyone else from the Village??????
In 1998 we visited Saltaire, England-- a UN world heritage site. Is it possible that some day our new world Saltaire will achieve similar status?
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