And then there's death. First thing this morning a dreadful announcement issues from the bullhorn: one
of our Marchers just died. Cynthia Carlson, twenty-four years old, was killed while riding in the back of an open truck. It
rolled over on the highway. Every one is terribly subdued. We all bunch together, arms around each other. Because I have kitchen
duty I don't walk today. Instead I work all day cleaning the huge refrigerator truck, then load it with tons of produce. But
heavier than all these boxes are the hearts of the Peace Marchers today.
In the evening I help serve supper.
But I don't want to sleep alone in my tent tonight, so I go to the big Orange Town Tent and sleep with Flossie and other OY
neighbors... with singing pals Freda and Marilee. Freda finds a way to end the day on a happy note: she sings very funny songs,
playful, wisecracking songs - in Yiddish!
A very cold morning, fifteen degrees.
Big breakfast as always and while I'm in line eating, Jim Bottini taps me on the shoulder. My colleague from KKUP Cupertino!
His second visit to the March already. But how'd he find us in this Utah wilderness? On tape Jim interviews me along with
Pauline from Holland.
The day warms up real fast and we sing all day - maybe two hundred songs! Yeah, I'm singing
my heart out all day every day. The weather is gorgeous now, and I'm seeing glorious country - walking across it! I have dozens
of friends, and I've fallen in love TWICE. What if one left the March and the other... - well, I guess I'm too old for the
other. Still, this March is young, isn't it? It is only April. Who knows what lies ahead?
End of PART ONE