Thank you!
The past few months have been difficult, following the loss of my home and my sweet Schnauzer, Dusty, along with Joyce’s two dogs, Maggie and Tootsie, in the April 17 fire.
As devastating as this has been, I have been bolstered and strengthened by the support of my family of friends and neighbors.
If a disaster had to happen, having it happen in this supportive and nurturing community made it bearable, and made me appreciate my life here even more than before. The outpouring of help and love was amazing, including people I didn’t even know personally. Your generosity has been overwhelming and so very, very treasured.
When I think of how caring everyone has been, I shed tears of joy.
Thank you all so very much.
Joan Glass
I read in Letters that Billy Christian passed away. For many years Billy stayed in the small cottage—known as the Beehive—behind the home of the late Muriel Crawford and Anita Marchant, the doyens of Laurel Street. His arrival from Tennessee to spend the summer here marked the beginning of the season; his white car with the rainbow tag would magically appear one day in June.
I enjoyed my talks with Billy over my fence by his cottage. The weekly Saturday soirees on Muriel and Anita’s front porch were often highlighted by Billy’s impromptu organ musical offerings. Billy was an organist and choirmaster in Tennessee, and he cherished the Sunday services he attended in an old church near Rehoboth Beach where he played their aged organ. As years went by it became increasingly difficult for Billy to make his way to Poodle Beach. A few years after Muriel and Anita died he stopped staying at the Beehive. But he still made brief visits to town and would come by for a chat and probably a look at his old digs. Billy was 86. We’ll miss him.
Hoyte Decker