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Central Park Bench Dedication- In Memory of Guy Williams October 25, 2002
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As I sat on the plane, on my way home from this
most glorious weekend in New York City, I reflected on how wonderful it
was, how hard it seemed to get here and how quickly the weekend went.
A little over a month ago, I was ready to give up, deciding it
was an impossibility to even think of going to New York, (unless I
hitch-hiked and slept on that bench!). But everything came together several days before
the departure, and I finally packed with great relish, anticipating all
the fun things that we would be doing together.
I worked half a day at school, had lunch with my dear husband and
then headed for the airport. |
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| Above: left- lobby of the
Michaelangelo, where we stayed. It was really a beautiful
hotel. I loved the proximity to Central Park and the sense of
opulence. Right- Central Park bench before the dedication,
all decked out in Z splendor. The cape and sword belong to
Wendell. The date on the camera is wrong, it was truly October
25th.
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Mary, the talented and energetic mistress of ceremonies. |
| The next morning dawned cloudy and cold, but was
filled with sweet anticipation. I
took advantage of the large tub, then got ready and met folks downstairs for
the continental breakfast. Mary
and others left early with some things for the bench
dedication and a group of us left a little later.
I will not say we got lost, but we certainly had a bit of a
problem finding the bench! Finally
we were pointed in the right direction and then we saw Mary and some of
the others. What a relief
that was! I am a worrier
and I had begun having visions of missing the dedication.
Perhaps, even, becoming lost in the park altogether, only to be
found by the intrepid Balto (the sled dog that has a statue in the
park). But Patricia
Crumpler quietly persevered, Ginger, (Pat’s sister in law) explored
and we finally made it with several minutes to spare. There was already a small crowd when we got
there, and musicians were setting up.
The bench was decorated nicely with some of Mary’s pictures of
Guy in his various roles. A
black cape, owned by Wendell Vega, along with his sword, and an
arrangement of flowers completed the decorations. Wendell Vega made it to the mall shortly after we did. When the musicians began playing we were all surprised to recognize the various musical pieces from the show. It warmed me inside to hear these familiar themes, even as my outside was slowly freezing. Several of us would look at each other when each song began and say, “Oh, that’s ‘The Fox and the Coyote’ or ‘La Gaviota’ or ‘Diego’s Theme’!” Bravo, Mary! Bravo, Erik (van der Wal, who created the arrangements)!
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The musicians. They were wonderful! |
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As I had a part in the dedication, I refused to wear a jacket over the ‘Zorro shirt’ that a friend had made me a couple of years ago. Let me repeat—it was cold!! But I was so excited that I ignored the worst of the discomfort and enjoyed everything that was going on. There was so much happening that it was virtually impossible to catch everything. Just as the dedication was about to begin, SueZZZ Pearce and Paulette Hopkins found us and almost on their heels we saw Wendell and Guy, jr. approach. How surprised and happy we were to see his mother coming with him. We had not expected that, but it was such a thrill that she could come and be a part of this. I cannot put into words how wonderful that was to me. After all, this was the city in which they began their lives together. This was where Guy proposed to Janice and where they came often, even after Guy, jr. was born. Janice had walked in the park the day before and had mentioned how much she remembered of the park and how much was still the same. |
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Janice Williams and Guy Williams, jr. |
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Bench Bunch: standing, Mary, Paulette, Pat, Maria, Guy jr., Janice Williams, , Alice, Jill, Julia (half hidden), Maureen, David, Jo and Wendell. On the lower tier: SueZZZ, Ginger, Kathy G., me.
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Guy Williams, jr., me and Janice Williams. Below: David Fernandez, star of the Zorro Ballet.
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New York, New York! |