October 7-9, 2011
Surrender Dorothy!
Dearest Dolls Fans,
After we landed and checked into the stunning Cavalier hotel we went straight over to the airfield. We
almost drove right by it because we were so distracted by the dinosaurs out front. Ok, we did drive right by it and had to turn around. There was not much for us to do that evening but we did get to meet Chris (Project Manager) and his wife Christie’s new baby. She was just seven weeks old. The following day she was dressed appropriately for the airshow in a teeny tiny flapper dress complete with hair band. We debuted our new dresses for a small but very appreciative audience.
There were hot air balloons. Riding in a hot air balloon is on Heather’s “bucket list.” Turns out, hot air balloons don’t always know when or where they are going to land. We had another show that evening and so could not chance going up in one. We had to settle for taking photos in the basket. They started
blowing the fire and we had to hop out very quickly before it carried us away!
We performed with the wonderful Terry Chesson Band for the hangar party, singing and dancing the night away. It’s a good thing we didn’t go up in the balloon because just after our set, one of the pilots came over to us and said he had just landed!
The after party was held in the re-enactors’ encampment. Earlier in the day, we played with all the old fashioned memorabilia they had on display and were invited back to the tent after the show. They had cooked up some hot mulled wine on their outdoor hot plate. We sat around with minimal lighting from candles and lanterns with the re-enactors, two RAF servicemen who are stationed in Virginia, and their Westie dog Lochy. I grew up with a Westie One guy was smoking a pipe. The RAF guys even brought over Pimms. It was the kind of night we couldn’t photograph. The lighting was dim and a camera just could not capture the coziness of the camp- the smell of the spiced wine and the sweet pipe, the sound of the dog’s tags, the crispness to the early fall air and the warmth of the tin cup between my hands. It was the perfect ending to a beautiful day.
The next day I was standing onstage when a quiet man comes up asking which one of us is Annemarie.
Why that’s me! Turns out he’s my friend’s father. “I’m Nathan’s dad.”
“Who?” I call him Nate.
“Nathan Harris.”
“You’re Nate’s dad?! Great to meet you…” I went on and on about how he should stay to see the show and how I just saw Nate the other day and I think I scared him away.
By the afternoon, Sarah was hurting pretty bad. She has a broken rib. Do you know why? She’s a super hero, that’s why. A few days before, at home in Queens her purse got stolen right off her arm. Instead of crying and calling the police, she ran right after him. She chased a crashing meth addict into a building wrapped her arms around him and tackled him to the floor. She got her purse back. Passersby had run out of their homes and stores. One guy even ran out of his shower when he heard her yelling. They had already called the police who arrested the guy right away. So, yes she’s a super hero but even a super hero sustains a few injuries sometimes and the tap dancing we were doing was messing her up something awful. We took a break and visited the new hangar which, I had discovered, was under construction the year before. We took a few photos with the WWII planes courtesy of our photographer friend Klaus to put a cap on a relaxing and exciting weekend!
Until we sing again,
Annemarie Rosano
Manhattan Doll
almost drove right by it because we were so distracted by the dinosaurs out front. Ok, we did drive right by it and had to turn around. There was not much for us to do that evening but we did get to meet Chris (Project Manager) and his wife Christie’s new baby. She was just seven weeks old. The following day she was dressed appropriately for the airshow in a teeny tiny flapper dress complete with hair band. We debuted our new dresses for a small but very appreciative audience.
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