Ken has a picture of me on the day I graduated with my M.A. in English from BYU. I'm standing there with my eighties hair wearing a puffy-sleeved dress with a look of happy astonishment on my face. I DID IT! I GOT THAT STUPID THESIS WRITTEN AND DEFENDED EVEN THOUGH MY LIFE WITH TWO BOY BABIES IS OVER-THE-TOP CRAZED!
in this picture I am standing in front of the most beautiful of all buildings--the old Provo Tabernacle which anchored my hometown spiritually, culturally, geographically. And now it's gone.
I hate to sound like I'm engaging in hyperbole at a moment like this, but the burning has felt like a little death to me. I am filled with memory and sorrow.
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Agreed. And I'm not even FROM Provo, nor do I have a picture of that beautiful building. But it's a piece of history, just gone. *sniff, sniff*
I remember being in that building--I too was saddened to hear the news.
Stake conferences, concerts, byu humanities college receptions and graduation exercises--I am so sad it's gone.
You should have gone to the memorial they had. It really was like somebody died. But, it's hard to believe it's gone.
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