That one night winter pressed onto the great house. The center bedroom in which we had dry ceiling, a bathroom , electricity. It all became clearer to me as time passed, yet each lesson was for me to observe , be as helpful as possible. The young boy who was a quest , that alone was humbling seeing he was the first quest invited into the very private world of the women whom the world now knows .
One door separated the rest of the mansion in which nature , had moved in with the passing of time. My hands were cold, from the oceans breeze, my metal lawn chair was as well.
“Friends Romans Country men lend me your ears” a phrase that has one of many , a first indeed. Rustling above as Buster made himself known as it was the time of day ., for his routine feeding. Dry vines were whipped about on the cascading shutters.
This verse a new light ,one that had me choking on tears. The devotion of Edie , her mother Mrs.Beale returned, as the very venue of song and theatre held there spirit in peaceful defiance. This venue sought for years and shunned by family, was alive , in the second floor center bedroom.
Grey Gardner’s , this journey has continued as was the strength shared thru devotion.
In Sag Harbor at the Bay Street Theatre, gifted talent , have embodied the spirit of a devoted Mother and her daughter. Their devotion is heaven sent, guided still to the theatre in which they sought.
~~Hats Off to + Betty Buckley – Rachel York- Howard Mcgillin- Simon Jones-
* Matt Doyle- James Harkness- Sarah Hunt-
-Gracie Beardsley- Dakota Riley, Quackenbush~