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Dear Miss Fokine:
I wish I could be with you at your open house on Saturday to bid farewell to an era; an age; a dynasty. I grew up in the studio. It was my second home and you were the matriarch; bigger than life.
I learned so much more than dance there. I learned about life. I painted a bathroom orange and led an unsuccessful strike for higher 'Nutcracker' wages. What ever was I thinking?
I will always love you and be grateful to you for shaping me into who I am today. You were one of the most influential people in my life and in the lives of so many before and after me. What a very special person you are.
Whenever I happen to notice my tiny fingers (my pinkies, in particular), I will think of you fondly and smile.
With much love and appreciation,
Terri Kovler McCabe
I've known Victoria since she was a little girl. Melanie and Samantha were in day care with Victoria and her brother in elementary school, and then in middle school, Melanie and Victoria both ended up playing for Hudson Valley United Soccer Club on a travel team that ultimately resulted in college scholarships for each of them. Melanie went to school in New Hampshire; Victoria on Long Island, and their friendship never wavered. Growing up, Victoria lived at my house as much as her own. She is my third daughter. And now, she is pregnant with a son of her own.
Victoria's mom and sisters-in-law had a huge baby shower for her, which we went to in July.
There were different games that were played during the shower and one was to avoid saying the word, "baby." If someone heard you say the forbidden word, you had to forfeit your sticker to them. So, when a cute three year old comes up to you and whispers, "Are you going to say the word???", how many people do you think can resist?
Needless to say, Celia won.
Congratulations, Victoria and Greg. We are perched on the edge of our seats waiting!
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