Monday, March 22, 2021
I’m sorry for your loss of Patsy. I wanted to share my first memory of Patsy, and it dates back to the mid 1950s. In those days lots of girls in Gridley took dance lessons from Fay LoRey. She had a studio behind her house, and kids from kindergarten through high school tapped and toe danced their way to local stardom. Fay arranged for a bunch of her dancers to perform at the State Fair in Sacramento which was very exciting to us small town girls. Patsy and I were members of this little troupe. I was around 9 so Patsy was about 8. After our performances we were walking behind the stage, and a clown in full regalia came walking from the opposite direction. Patsy was a cute little blond, and she walked up to him and said “Hey, Mister. Are your feet really that big?” To which he answered ”Nope, just my toenails.” Patsy was brave to talk to a total stranger.
