Ann Pascault Winchester

So many great memories of Ann. It will be challenging, but I’ll try to limit the length of this message.

Ann was a significant person in my life, initially a mentor. I first met her in the late 80’s when she hired me to join her at First Nationwide Bank and I had two glorious years reporting to her. She gave me a lot of freedom at a young age and so I blossomed and thrived. Together we did amazing work in the community development banking field. I even looked forward to the usually dreaded Sunday evenings because it meant the next day I would be with Ann having fun and accomplishing so much to help lower income people and neighborhoods. I loved my job then.

When Ford Motor Company bought First Nationwide Bank, Ann was not happy about several things that were done. The final straw was when they fired the top two lawyers. They were Jewish and Ann, knowing about Henry Ford’s and the company’s extreme history of anti-semitism, was horrified. She voted with her feet and quit. Ann cared about everyone, not just her own.

Ann was unique in our field. Decades later, one of the leaders at ACORN reminded me that Ann was the only banker who contacted them asking how they could work together. They were shocked because other bankers ran the other way when they saw ACORN coming. She also was unique in how she interacted with nonprofit affordable housing organizations. When we visited them, she asked what they needed and often found a way to provide it. She didn’t try to sell, just help. As a result, we did some very innovative, high-impact work. Those were glorious days.

Later, when my husband and I moved to the D.C. area, we visited with Ann and Gordon, including throughout Gordon’s illness. After his passing, Ann generously gifted his opera tickets to me and so Ann and I had a wonderful time seeing fabulous opera at the Kennedy Center. She and Gordon were serious about opera and had purchased series tickets with the best seats in the house. Because they were members, we visited the members' room each intermission for food, drink and conversation. What good fortune for me.

I am grateful to have had Ann in my life. I hold my memories of her in my heart and will often think back on our magical times together.

Love to the family.

Dorothy Broadman

I remember Ann as one of the most elegant women I've met. She was a wonderful mix of intelligence, common sense, compassion, and so funny! I remember laughing alot with her. She understood my trials and I felt a support from her that was so comforting. I remember staying with Ann and Gordon when they were in Washington DC. What a lovely time, they were so gracious. I will miss her....she accomplished so much in her life yet was so accessible to people. What a wonderful wonderful woman! My heart goes out to her family, as I know they will miss her so much.

It was about the summer of 1941, just before WW II, and our parents had just left for a cocktail party. I was about 9 and Ann about 10. Just the two of us had been left to look out for the farm (Riverslie) for the afternoon.
I went down to the barn, just to look around, and on the way back looked into the pig pen to see how they were doing. A baby pig, maybe 18 inches long, had been stepped on (apparently by his mother) and his soft under-belly had been cut and his single intestine began to fall out. And it kept coming out as he walked around. By now, about six feet of in-tact intestine was out of the belly and being dragged through the dirt of the pig pen as the pig wandered around.
I raced to the house to get Ann. Upon returning to the pen, I picked up the pig and Ann scooped up the still intact intestines and laid them on the pigs up-facing belly and we hurried back to the kitchen. There was very little bleeding. We had to enlarge the cut in order to stuff the intestines back-in. We decided he needed an anesthetic, so Ann got the Scotch from the side board in the dining room--and we gave him a few slugs via teaspoon. This quieted him down quite a bit. We took some scissors and extended the cut. Then, while Ann wiped the dirt off the intestines with a wash-cloth, I successfully stuffed the still in-tact intestine back into his belly with my thumb. Ann ran out and returned with her mother's sewing kit. We debated what color thread to use and finally settled on light tan. Ann, using the all-purpose needle to which we gave a quick flame sterilization, stitched up the cut as I held the cut belly skin together.
We stood him up on the kitchen table. He wobbled a bit--probably from too much Scotch. So, using a dog blanket and a box we made a little bed. He flopped down and immediately went to sleep. When the parents returned we were big heros. That pig lived a normal life with no further medical intervention.
Such is life on a farm with no adults around.
Ann we will always remember you and miss you.
Ed Pryor

My most sincere condolences to Maud, Lucas, Livia and Rose.
I wish I had known more of Ann involvements and her contribution to the well being of so many in our Society,
Rest assure that I shall follow her wishes and VOTE.
with love,
Gabrielle

I will miss Ann! The MacGlashans spent many holidays with Ann and Gordon (painting Easter eggs, July 4th fireworks, potlucks, etc. ), attending DC marches, going to plays at Arena Stage and more. My life was loosely woven with Ann's due to her lifelong friendship with my mother, Peggy MacGlashan. What stories we heard through the years. She lived life on her terms and enthusiastically.
My heart goes out to you all, family and friends.

Ann has done so much for the Bellings. From being such a phenomenal mentor for Bronwyn to making me feel better about being 3,500 miles away. We are all better people from knowing her.