Well, amazingly it's been three weeks and three days since we said our farewells under the pecan trees. For me, it was the shining star atop our Christmas tree of reunions.
What was a delight to see so many of the 70s group, a superior assortment of talent, like a finely tuned instrument. Truly remarkable!
Let me also say what a marvelous addition Rebecca aka Bekah was to our efforts. I came to admire her tremendously. She exemplifies a brave new world of hope.
We shall ne'er be younger again indeed seemed more meaningful to me than ever before and I wish to express a heartfelt thanks to everyone who helped me. Oddly enough, I had the best time ever on stage (apparently age has its advantages).
One of the most beautiful elements of Winedale has always been our willingness to come together as a group and help each other, working as a unit. My husband, Thomas, was quite impressed how skillfully others covered when someone dropped a line or a paragraph.
I've always been impressed that we were not drama majors but students of Shakespeare seeking the meaning of the words, appreciating / loving the beauty of Hamlet's instructions to the players - to be players, hold a mirror up to nature (and ourselves) and in so doing, learning about the play and playing. Although perhaps not academy material, our play somehow always grew to a point becoming far more than we dared imagine, indeed such stuff as dreams are made, Winedale style.
To my amazing classmates - you were an incredible collection of the dearest mortals and most loving hearts. I felt so very honored to be included in such a band of brothers and sisters. It was my best reunion ever and I simply adore you all. Thank you so much for letting me have this dance.
Lastly, of course dear Doc, my profound thanks. Thine by yea or nay, Joy
