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December 02, 2019
I had the please of knowing Beverly not in her professional capacity but as a lovely lady who welcomed me into her home. I stayed with Beverly and Chrissie when I visted the USA from the UK. It was a privilage to have known Beverly. Thank you
December 02, 2019
Mom, it's been almost a year since you died; a year of firsts. We're all moving through it, each in our own way. I'm thinking about you.

Here's my dust-has-settled moment to say thank you. I admire you for your doggedness, survival, and strength. You always pushed forward under challenging circumstances. You are a woman who made me laugh. A woman who was a one-of-a-kind character with a one-of-a-kind voice. A woman with a love of the Arts and Books. A woman with a keen sense of social justice. A shy, loud woman with a strong presence.

Thank you for the gift of life. Thank you for my twin sister and God-Mother. Thank you for being part of why I chose to be a seeker, to explore the inner depths. Thank you for pointing me toward Art. Thank you for your resounding laugh and thick Brooklyn accent. Thank you for 875 West End Avenue, HS of Art & Design and Carnegie-Mellon. Thank you for NYC, good Chinese food, picking up stray animals, and helping people who needed help. Thank you for your generosity, Ms. Magazines, 70's Women's groups and grab bag Holiday parties. Thank you for The Martian Chronicles and Nancy Drew books, and a fridge filled with Zabar's containers and plastic-wrapped slices of American cheese. Thank you for Le Veau D'Or and swirly red syrup Shirley Temples with shiny maraschino cherries, The Red Chimney diner and confectioners sugared French Toast, O'Neil's and wobbly, sugar pack-stabilized tables with red and white-checkered tablecloths. Thank you for the Cannes Film Festival, Pippin, Fiddler on the Roof, Tarzan film reels and Friday the 13th marathons. Thank you for oil painting lessons with Ms. Ms. Mikhay in the Masters building. Thank you for Lincoln Center: backstage moments, watching Leslie perform, alone-time with Chrissie, playing jacks, and toe-shoe autographs. Thank you for cultivating a love of Art, Dance, and Theatre. It was a rich, layered, complex, dark and light experience.

Thank you for indelible imagery growing up: nighttime pin-curls and bobby pins, fake eyelashes with tack-y white/grey glue and raw umber cigarette burns on wood floors, silver Bergdorf boxes with satin purple ribbon, FAO Schwartz larger-than-life stuffed animals, a library of old muted earth-toned, cloth-bound, hard-cover classics with aged yellow pages, blood red translucent and jet black opaque vinyl records, big-screen features Mary Poppins, Fantasia, Sound of Music, and Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang, white styrofoam wig heads and a black 70's Marlo Thomas wig, a 103rd Street pre-war 6 full of cats, dogs, chicks, a monkey, turtles, and parakeets, The Abbey in the neighborhood and Angelo's in Hell's Kitchen, the magic of Hawaii, Paris, and England, watching Dynasty, Upstairs/Downstairs and Monty Python's Flying Circus on your Queen-sized bed, giant jigsaw puzzles and large silk-thread needlepoints, gooey cheese fondue, make-your-own-rules poker with clanky blue, white and red plastic chips, the Hudson Valley and your and Chrissie's late-1800's house, a former prayer hall and tavern with a ghost or two, a life in the B horror and other genres film industry, and Czech glass, Italian mosaic, sparkly rhinestone, silver and gold tone, ochre Bakelite, peacock blue enamel, and brass vintage costume jewelry business, and a life that, in later years, rested, ate, and worked in comfy chairs. It was colorful.

Though going deep was tough for you and sad for me, and it was hard to get near you, you did OK, Ma. Despite the great divide and dis-connect, I know you did the best you could. Within the confines of personal limitations borne of old wounds, and having to power through and take care of two babies after divorce, you made a life for you and for us. I'm grateful. Thank you. I love you.

I'll see you latah, xo Sherri
December 02, 2019
Lovely Bev, who I spoke to every year at Christmas then had the pleasure to meet in person decades later. You welcomed us into your home and made us feel like your family. Those ten days were full of laughter and happy memories. I'm so glad I finally got to meet you. Love always.
Debbie xx
December 02, 2019
Wow...She accomplished so much. As a teenager, (I went to high school with Sherri) I never understood how challenging her work was, contributions she made in the industry and how she expanded possibilities for women. Blessed to have witnessed the art of balancing family and career. She raised two super humans - Sheri and Leslie.

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