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!