Interior

R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Looking up on the stage, fireplace dead center, leather chairs and a sofa, black with wood frames. Background is faded red brick from years ago, coffee cans painted black and cut just to surround the floor stage lights from shining out at the audience. A beautiful stone cross at the front center of the stage, over the fireplace is a portrait of men in uniform from the Civil War. Men all standing around a bearded gentleman talking to them, a wonderful picture of how are country began so very long ago. Back to the entrance, on the left is an old piano, going into the foyer is an organ that needs to be pumped cont- ually in order to play it, and it still works! I tried it! All in all this building, housing an immense amount of history, standing here at Pioneer Village in Arizona, thanks to Barry Goldwater and his volunteers, and only about forty minutes from my house.

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