Madge and Terry and Gerald,
Thanks so much for remembering Angeline! I can never enter the serving kiosk at Winedale
without picturing Angeline's beautiful smile, usually sweaty from that monstrously hot
kitchen but never too busy to say a few words, always encouraging. If you worked at it
she would let you hug her. I loved those Southern fried goodness meals although to my
chagrin, in the evenings it was difficult to chow down those pork chops and gravy in
record time (never any time to gnaw the bone) and then try to squeeze into leotards. I
confess once I actually hid my pork chop so I could thoroughly enjoy it later after
rehearsal but some cur nabbed it (I always suspected Michael Godwin).
Thanks, Gerald, for the tales of the olden days at Wagner store. I remember on Saturday
nights, the country folks would bring the kids who would be asleep on palates on the floor
as the evening grew longer and the adults drank and danced. Delphine whose voice was
strong and beautiful singing those German songs... Rosalie always dressed up and smiling,
Rollie and Marilyn, that black cauldron and the amazing hunter's stew, and
Lauerdale House - such wonderful memories. Once John Rando was going to turn off a lamp
in Miss Ima's parlor and it took us 30 minutes to figure out the light switch was on
the floor, a little button one activated with the foot....how quaint. Sitting on the
front porch of Miss Ima's or the just rocking on the back porch.....watching the world
go by....
We have our biological families and we have our Winedale family. I am so thankful to be a
part of our band of brother and sisters and of course, Doc who let us be a part of his
vision, to whom we owe it all!
Thine by yea or nay,
Joy
