She was my hero.
And January 7, 1995 she came to Nashville.
How could I not go?
I had admired her ever since reading this book--
Drawn From New England
Tasha Tudor
by her daughter, Bethany Tudor.
I fell in love with Tasha's Pembroke Welsh corgis--
bought Corgiville Fair,
her favorite book.
And Tex, our very own corgi,
love of our life,
joined our family.
So you can bet I was going to see Tasha Tudor
when she came to the Opryland Hotel.
I sat three rows from the front
and I listened to her wonderful voice
and watched her sketch.
After she finished they auctioned off her sketches.
My $100 bid for the corgi lost to one that topped $400.
I bought Tasha's cookbook and hurried to the
autograph line.
Several hundred other people were in front of me.
This wonderful 80 year old woman stopped at 100 people,
but I got to watch her graciously sign books
and speak to each person.
I went to a little snack area near a hotel exit,
bought a soda and sat down to rest,
a little disappointed that I didn't have an autograph.
My table was right by the exit door.
I sipped on my drink and then a miracle happened.
Tasha Tudor and her entourage walked toward the exit.
And she looked right into my eyes and smiled at me.
At me, as if she wished that her corgi sketch
could have gone home with me.
Today I made her gingerbread from her cookbook.
Cinnamon, ginger and cloves scented the kitchen.
Tasha's gingerbread was delicious.
And I thought of her.
[Some of you emailed me that an old post of mine, In Old Cape Cod, showed up as current this past week while I was away from blogging. I have no idea why this happened. Blogger Gremlins? I'm sorry for any confusion. Has this happened to any of you before?]
