Virginia "Ginny" Foster

Hello mom I miss you and I love you very much.

Going through pictures today taken of Ginny when she visited me at my cabin in the woods outside of town and feeling the memories and wonderful conversations, I felt an urge to talk about her. This was the only place I knew to go. I honor you. I miss you Miss Ginny.

I have been looking for the rights to Ginny's play, "Tears of Resin." I have a draft copy that she gave my son for me to read sometime around 2010 or so. I'd like to see if my community theater group would be interested in producing it. It's a great play about history and humanity, and an incident that has been swept "under the rug" time and time again. Please contact me. (I am a playwright myself)

Hello Mom, I miss you, Tracy

Hello,

Do you have Ginny's collected works anywhere? I am a calligrapher book artist and former artist who lived across from the Rio Rita. I would like to find her poem, that talks about her removing everything with words from her life, like labels from cans, and tags in cloths, "and still there were words, and still there were words."

Don't let this poem slip away. You can write me at [email protected]

a year later, I still find my mind saying "I want to remember to tell Ginny ___" and Sister, there's no one left who I can talk with about early childhood memories. The world feels lonely without you.