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