Hey Alice, On our way to Winedale last weekend I was alternating between learning lines and then asked Thomas if he wanted to me to read the Dance to him. It was a lovely day to drive into the countryside and the undulating farm land toward Winedale, our ephemeral firefly home.
I cannot get the image of Carl releasing those fireflies out of my mind. What simple beauty! What awe. How amazing it must have been and how I missed getting to use those windows any more.
The clay floor and Ms. Lauderdale's parlor brought tears. It was all so beautifully done. We both were crying by the end.
I know now why Donald Britton gains so much respect. What a treasure I will never meet and always know I missed something wonderful.
We were so very lucky to have Ms. Ima's and Wagner's in our summers. The stores evoked so many different pictures for different points in time.
You circled and wove the strands of the Early Years into a beautiful tapestry, Ms. Penelope. Thank you so much.
With Great Respect and Love, Joy
