When I think of Ray and Rosa, images and memories come pouring in. I love seeing Rosa in her field of flowers next to the ripening corn and beans. There is a large expanse of dahlias in every color, shape and size, and Rosa practically skipping along, looking like a 16 year old, pointing out her favorite blossoms and cutting a bouquet for me to take home.
And I smile when I remember how tickled Ray got when he was telling a story. His whole face no his whole body! crinkling up with the fun of it all. He was like a magnet for many of us … once I was with him, I never wanted to leave. He was a powerful teacher and a dear friend. I miss him.
Connie Regan-Blake, Storyteller, Asheville, NC