
There was a star danced,and under that I was born.
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing, II, i, 351

Tina Valentino is the Editor/Publisher
Happy Birthday. April is different things to different people, of course. Easter, Spring and that one day of the year that encourages and condones practical jokes. When I think of April, I can’t help but think of William Shakespeare’s birthday—April 23rd—the day his birthday is observed (which, strangely, is also the date of his death). And I also think of April 23rd as the day I was hired for my first job at the Proviso Star-Sentinel newspaper after graduating from Rosary College. Nothing happens by chance, as my mentor Sr. Cyrille Gill always told me.
When invited back to speak to undergrads years later, I would always begin by telling them the truth—that I had no business being at Rosary College studying the liberal arts. I had abandoned a practical career plan at Triton to attend Rosary and study the liberal arts, major in English, and sign on to a lifelong payment book of student loans. With every payment and every week since graduation, I have thanked the liberal arts for not only my paycheck but for the quality of my life. I quote the Classics when I write knowing that they are as appropriate and meaningful now as they were when they were first written. The quote above by Shakespeare was one of the first to stay with me all those years ago and I couldn’t help but think of it as I stood with Lois Baumann in front of her Stairway of the Stars on 5th Avenue in Maywood, ravaged by fire, still reeking of smoke, boarded-up and fenced off. So many young children had been “born” where I stood.
It all seemed so metaphorical to me. I have known Lois Baumann for years, easily identifiable by her spiky blonde hair, raspy voice and fun demeanor. I had passed her Stairway and Maywood Fine Arts building almost daily, seeing kids tumbling and jumping from the windows along Lake Street. But it wasn’t until I stood in front of that blackened shell of Lois Baumann’s dream did I realize how much we had in common and how generous she has been with her life in passing on her love of the arts to thousands of children—most of them just like me, who simply had no business studying dance or piano or learning to paint or draw or dreaming of being a ballerina when there was barely enough money at home to pay the bills. Most of them won’t become professional dancers or famous musicians despite the hours they spend with Lois and Ernie Baumann; but they will walk away more hopeful than when they arrived; they will be rich in tolerance and multi-ethnic friendships and spirit, leaving legacies far greater than those who associate successful lives with monetary wealth. Help Stairway to rebuild… and little stars to dance.