You probably won't remember me but here goes, the first time I met you was following a horse related phone call, I was 19 and you guys were living on Rambla Vista. After chatting with your charming, delightful mother for a few minutes she insisted that I immediately jump in my car and drive up from Rolling Hills to join you for dinner.
That was your mom irresistibly pursuasive and a steadfast friend who opened me to a world of fun and opportunity. As a matter of fact I still have a French blue cashmere scarf that she had me pick out when I had joined her for Christmas shopping. I'm in Kentucky now so waking up to the news of Rambla Vista burning out of control is devastating and all the more since it brought me back to the first meeting. I later started my horse journey teaching and training at your barn in Rolling Hills. When I try to explain your mom to people the closest I can get is saying, a real life Forrest Gump she was often right there where things were happening and if you missed it then she would regale you with her stories.
Cris, you captured her perfectly! I often thought of her as a larger-than-life, Rosalind Russell/Auntie Mame, whirling into a room with unbridled energy and enthusiasm, but Forrest Gump really captures her kindness and love. I can't tell you how many times I've re-read and shared your beautiful words. Deepest thanks for the chance to reconnect.
You probably won't remember me but here goes, the first time I met you was following a horse related phone call, I was 19 and you guys were living on Rambla Vista. After chatting with your charming, delightful mother for a few minutes she insisted that I immediately jump in my car and drive up from Rolling Hills to join you for dinner.
That was your mom irresistibly pursuasive and a steadfast friend who opened me to a world of fun and opportunity. As a matter of fact I still have a French blue cashmere scarf that she had me pick out when I had joined her for Christmas shopping. I'm in Kentucky now so waking up to the news of Rambla Vista burning out of control is devastating and all the more since it brought me back to the first meeting. I later started my horse journey teaching and training at your barn in Rolling Hills. When I try to explain your mom to people the closest I can get is saying, a real life Forrest Gump she was often right there where things were happening and if you missed it then she would regale you with her stories.
Wish you all the best, Cris Chastain chastaincrosscreek@gmail.com.
Cris, you captured her perfectly! I often thought of her as a larger-than-life, Rosalind Russell/Auntie Mame, whirling into a room with unbridled energy and enthusiasm, but Forrest Gump really captures her kindness and love. I can't tell you how many times I've re-read and shared your beautiful words. Deepest thanks for the chance to reconnect.
You can never discount a HUGE dose of Bette Midler , I am so excited to reunite and I have a really good memory😄
You are so much like your mother. Except for the red hair.!
High praise indeed! 😊
Maya came to Boulder one Christmas and gave me the nicest sweater I've ever had. She had a way of making everybody feel special. Merry Christmas Mel!
What a wonderful memory of Maya! You've put a smile on my face that should last to the new year 🎁