This was a music that was theirs and no one else's. In Harlem, men and women of colour forgot their troubles and danced and reveled to the music of Coalhouse Walker, Jr. is playing for a lively crowd of dancers.) Now retired and living with his daughter and her family, he was thoroughly irritated by everything. Grandfather had been a professor of Greek and Latin. His sister wondered when he would find it.
But he was also a young man in search of something to believe in. Mother's Younger Brother worked at Father's fireworks factory. She took pleasure in making it comfortable for the men of her family, and often told herself how fortunate she was to be so protected and provided for by her husband. The house on the hill in New Rochelle was Mother's domain. (MOTHER steps forward, a gracious, appealing woman.) Father was also something of an amateur explorer. His considerable income was derived from the manufacture of fireworks and bunting and other accoutrements of patriotism. (FATHER steps forward, a strong, commanding figure.)įather was well-off. In 1902 Father built a house at the crest of the Broadview Avenue hill in New Rochelle, New York, and it seemed for some years thereafter that all the family's days would be warm and fair. Two scrims, each with an image of a large Victorian house, its inhabitants and neighbours, descend, merge and leap into three-dimension.) He picks it up and brings it to his eyes. THE LITTLE BOY's footsteps echo as he walks down the shaft of light to a stereopticon viewer on the floor. (We see the silhouette of THE LITTLE BOY as he stands in the shaft of light from the open door.
We hear the sound of a doorknob turning and a door swinging open.)
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