Grove Street Cemetery

Grove Street Cemetery, among the tombstonesWhen the weather was good during spring reading period I would take the books I needed to read and study (or sometimes doze) there. Once I took a date there, and I recall it being kind of a failure as an effort to study, and also concerning my other intentions, which happened a lot. But a good place to read Elizabethan poets. The sounds of the heavy traffic on Grove Street were muffled in the interior of the cemetery.

Mark Fulford

The stacks of Sterling

The words "no photo yet"Sophomore year I took Al Kernan’s 2 semester Shakespeare course, and Sunday afternoons I would go up into the stacks, find an open desk, and settle into a new play, and not come up for air until I’d finished, or nearly finished it. There was no view (as far as I remember), and a musty dusty smell; periodically I’d hear someone moving around a few rows away, but I’d hardly ever actually encounter anyone. It was the right place for a long period of concentration, and the more I heard from Professor Kernan, the better I think understood and the more I enjoyed what I was reading.

Vin Scully said people shape environments, and environments shape people. Several times every year since I audited his course senior spring I’ll see something he spoke of, or similar to what he was showing, and hear his idiosyncratic locution.

Mark Fulford

Branford Courtyard

Branford Courtyard in springBranford courtyard, looking at the tall windows of Saybrook dining room. In our day you could walk through the gates between Saybrook and Branford at either end, and I’d make a point of passing that way when I could – I don’t think you can do that now. This was especially beautiful in spring, when the laurel would blossom. But winter evenings were also beautiful, when the lights of Saybrook dining room shone through.

Mark Fulford