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Show 21 M GW MY GW 5 A JO0S7E0O 1$ AO gASTJaO 6 Hlf?aw- - cat- I GW-- wSlHW OOST mpmie. IF wrni FAII MIT. iwmtf c5f3 CH3S3 6 0-- r MemauGw 0FP&13 MATER-I- N, AUXJmE5 WITH Q5SMIC iMoess. GOP ' JfflSa) o even TO ajrFEWa EASIER) 60P 603560? AO HMIOti, M ARE WUGUfSe R EASTER!) GOP ISMT MY WES W) MY re-ia- MST TAX FREE EAR. 110 PRA6 lCORUERS. GRAVEYARD CHILD Christopher Pippin IV that night when little seven Tivvy crept around the headstones of the cemetery. He was careful not to tread on any graves; he sidled through them with caution. The moon was bright and the stars made piercing rays from the cloudless sky. All was well; Tivvy thought. No black cats, no ghosts, no goblins. Possibly even the. elves and the fairies had been restrained. When Tivvy spotted the mausoleum, he began to walk faster. The big tomb was the homeof his friend, Calvery Grey. He had died in a car accident the year before, and every week on a Friday night when his parents were out for the evening, Tivvy pedalled his bicycle the mile and half to the graveyard. He went rain or shine and sometimes he carried flowers that he had picked from the neighboring gardens. Most of the time however, he brought candy bars and placed them at the foot of Calvert's grave. And each time he Journeyed to this grave, the candy bars were always gone. Calvert must be eating them, It was 11:30 year-- old . Tivvy thought. Tivvy had strange ideas concerning death. To him, death was like having a good friend go on a trip In the Spring, and not coming back until the end of summer. When someone died, Tlvyy thought that sooner or later the person would come back. So Tlwy Invariably waited for Calvert, peacefully at first, but later on, impatiently. The candy was gone however, and that proved Calvert was eating It. The gloom and desolation of the graveyard was nothing to Tlwy, for he had been taught long ago that dead people could not hurt anyone. Huge overhanging oak trees transformed the roof of the mausoleum Into a green carpet. Tlwy sneaked Into it, through the marble doorway and went down the stairs and to the right. There on a granite wall, was the tomb of Calvert. When would Calvert awaken? he thought. .! have been waiting here every week for a year and still he hasn't even said anything. As Tlwy relaxed, his eyes fell on the opposite wall. A tranquil feeling came upon him. He fell asleep and dreame4about Calvert and of all the fun they had. One Christmas Calvert had received a train set, and every day after school the boys would gpjdown to the basement of Calvert's home and play with It. Round and round the track the train spedl And to liven things up sometimes It would crash and fly off the track. To both boys this game was very exciting. Something spoiled the fun however. Everyday just when they had started to play with the toy, Calvert's mother would notice-somethin- g different." . call him to dinner. Then Tlwy either had to go home or sit In silence in the basement, running the train and waiting for. Calvert to finish eating. During this time he thought a lot, as the cars went by and as he stared at them he saying that someday he would return. After the experience, Tlwy never feared death again and was not as sorrowful about Calvert. . Calvert was a short, slightly chubby six year old, who liked to have lots of fun and who did not like school. Every day he had waited endlessly at school until the last bell rang, when he and Tivvy could go home and play with the trains. Calvert was the type of boy who hated Mondays, fights and melted ice cream cones. He loved Fridays and Saturday nights, brand new bicycles and hugs from his mother. Otherwise all was well In his life, as long as Tivvy was with him. And Tlwy sensed Calvert's dependence and tried to find a means to cure it. Someday, Tlwy thought, one of them would move, and they would be separate and even what would Calvert do? Because Tivvy knew about Calvert's great need for dependence, he felt that by coming each friday night he did not discourage Calvert. The moon shone through the gateway of the mausoleum, so that if one looked hard he could read the names on the wall. As Tlwy dreamed, he began to get cold, so he rubbed his arms vigorously to ward off the chill. Then a voice woke him. "Tivvy!" someone called, and when Tivvy opened his eyes he saw to his astonishment, young Calvert leaning against the wall and smiling. "Hi; Tlwy," Calvert said happily, "How do you like my new home?" "Calvert! Calvert, how are you?" Tlwy said. "Fine. I M how do you like my new home?"Tlvvy said. "I don't like It very much it's so cold and all, and in the cemetery. But where have you been the past year?" Tlwy was amazed and stood up to touch Calvert. , "Im real, that's for sure," Calvert said. "I've been asleep all this time. Look at the tomb now and see if' you don't nearly always fell into a hypnotic trance, .until the cars went off the track and made a noise. Tlwy thought about the car accident the how Mother came into his year before bedroom late one night and announced that Calvert had died. Tlwy had tried to stifle his tears as best he could until his mother left. But then a strange thing happened: Just as Tlwy was thinking about the friend Calvert was, he no lodger felt any sadness but felt that Calvert WMfot bV 1 :: was;i;iflhUUer9te$i0$ ji Tlwy noticed that the date that Calvert died was no longer on the wall. "What does that mean?" he asked. "That means I am no longer dead that lhave a second chance." Tivvy thought a moment. "I know what we could do! We could go over to your house and play with the trains!" he said. "Good Idea', Tlwy. Let's gol". The two boys walked, , out the. gate Jubiliantly. They trodded over graves on the way out of the cemetery until they came to the fence they had to climb. Both of them got on the bicycle, Tlwy in front who pedalled hard, and Calvert sitting on the rear fender. Slowly but surely, they made their way back to Calvert's house. Cautiously and quietly they opened the back door of the house, and tiptoes down the stairs. Calvert flicked qn the light, and there was the train set before them, untouched for a whole yearl "I'll let you run it first," Tivvy offered. "All right, we'll play all night." Calvert placed the small engine on the track, connected five cars behind It and then moved the dial on the transformer to make the cars go. They played In silence for a whole hour, taking turns running the trains, setting plastic toys on the cars, causing the trains to crash and making the engine emit smoke. As Tivvy gazed at the cars going around and around,. he again, fell. asleep,, and dreamed : pjesnt: ??rea(Yi ? r;edmj ; about how they would go back to school and find that all the boys and girls would flock ' around him and touch him to see if he was real. Tlwy would also share In the glory of it"all for he was Calvert's best friend. As Tlwy dreamed these things, suddenly a voice woke GSC MONTHLY MINUTES The regular meeting of the Gay Service Coalition was held Tuesday evening, October 10th, 1977 at the home of Ken Kline. In attendance were Chuck Harding, Bill Wood-burMike Reid, Ray Henke and C.A. Tivvy opened his eyes and looked about the room for Calvert, but he was gone! Then he noticed Calvert's father, who came down to the basement and saw Tivvy. "Tlwy! " he said with surprise. "Tivvy, what are you doing here?" "Calvert let me in, "Tivvy explained. "What? What are you talking about? Calvert has been dead a year now!" "Please don't yell. 'I MET HIM AT THE CEMETERY AND WE RODE DOWN HERE Mike Reid chaired the meeting. Business was as follows: Minutes of the September meeting were read and approved as printed In the October issue of the OPEN DOOR.The names of those In attendance was a fyhpographlcal omission. A postofflce box h as been rented and all mail will be directed thereto. The new address is P.O.Box 8666, Salt Lake City, Ut 84108. Anyone may use this address for mailings, with notice to the OPEN DOOR of such desire. The address may be used In replies to advertising, if this Is deemed appropriate. The Gay Blood Drive was discussed. Again this Is an effort on the part of the gay community to project positive Image to the 'other' community. Along this same line, a fund drive for the cause of tho policeman who was shot In the neck In the Infamous stake out was mentioned.' This would be more positive work If wo can pull It off. The Gay Help Line continues to be a problem. Not onlyh Is there a shortage of qualified and trained personnel to answer the calls, but there just arent enough people available during the day to maintain the 24 hour service wed Ilka. We hope that changes In management will Improve the service In the very near future. Mention was made of the need for a very discreet tyhpe meeting for those who may not find It to their advantage to attend the Monday night conscious raising meetings at the university of Utah campus. C.A.Morrlson was elected by a majority vote to fill a vacancy on the board of directors. Next board mooting will be held 2nd Tuesday of November, the 8th, at 724 East 7th South, Apt. B, at 7:30 p.m.. All welcome. Call 5330927 for more Information, If needed. him. , Morrison. ON MY BIKE TO PLAY WITH THE TRAINS!" Tlwy pleaded, glancing from the father to the floor. "Calvert is dead!" the man said sternly. ". "But "No buts about It. You had better go home and get to bed. It's late. I will. But I tell you, Calvert is alive!" ' "You had better go home. What will your parents think If you are out this late? Please go home, Tlwy." "All right," Tivvy complied as he rose and walked coweringly past Calvert's father. "I'll go home" he said as he shuffled, tripping, up the stairs. The air was chilly outside, and Tivvy rubbed his arms briskly again. He walked his bicycle slowly across the street, parked it behind the house and sneaked downstairs to his bedroom. After Tlwy dressed In his pajamas, he knelt by his bedside and prayed. "And bless Calvert," he mentioned. When he had ended the prayer, he thought a moment. He felt something near him. He looked behind and saw nothing. But he felt Calvert there, comforting him and saying that all was well. So Tlwy went to bed feeling that all was well. He pulled the covers up to his chin and leaned over on his side. And as he slept, he dreamed peaceful dreams. - Form Subscription OIBBiaBBD . w y, f ' : . v.'. ; . 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