I am sorry this is a long letter. So much has happened. You can skip
reading it if you are in a hurry and I promise it will be shorter
This evening I fly to Rome, where daughter Becky will be meeting
me in the morning and taking me to Cortona. For two weeks, we will
work in her studio on etchings and silkscreens. Because my own house
is not ready for me to move into, I will stay with Becky, Roberto,
Sophie and Michela in the apartment of Enza, the other grandmother.
It will be crowded quarters but full of fun and fine Italian food.
Pat's home in Mathews, Virginia, surrounded by Autumn's beauty.
I left Virginia early on Friday morning, knowing that when I return
home in three weeks, the last of the leaves will have fallen. Nature
gave us an unparalleled display of color this fall, enough to carry
me through the winter months of the jungle green in Panama.
I flew into Atlanta and attended a small luncheon given by Harley
Tomey, the retiring President of the International
Dyslexia Association. I sat opposite Neil Bush, the brother of
our President. Like me, a dyslexic, Neil is fighting hard to level
the playing field for the learning different. He is about to launch
a program that uses computer technology to make classroom learning
fun and in keeping with other technical advances of the twenty-first
Neil Bush, brother of President George W. Bush and Harley Tomey,
President of IDA, talk with Pat at lunch on Friday. Also at the table,
Nancy Hennessy, President elect IDA and Thomas Viall, Executive Director,
At dinner that evening both Neil and I gave addresses. Neil is an
excellent presenter, informative but at the same time entertaining
with a delightful sense of humor. I hope he will be the keynote speaker
at the opening of the P.
Buckley Moss Foundation for Children's Education conference next
After Neil's speech, I was presented with the IDA's first annual
Pinnacle Award. It is an award that is to be given each year to a
dyslexic person who is a role model to others who learn differently.
Needless to say I feel highly honored while knowing that I owe my
recognition to the good works of the P.
Buckley Moss Society and the Foundation.
Pat goes solo during a sing along in the gallery in St. Petersburg.
At the piano our resident pianist, Patti Starwick.
Saturday and Sunday I was "at home" to collectors of my
art at my gallery here, in St. Petersburg. This morning I walked with
the "Street Walkers," my walking ladies, with whom I walk
whenever I am in town. Now with bags packed, I am off to Atlanta to
catch the overnight flight to Rome.
Next week I will write from Cortona where my granddaughters have
been busy as extras in the filming of Frances Mayes' book, Under
the Tuscan Sun. I will be back in Virginia in two weeks to get
ready for the Barn Show, December 6th8th, when I look forward
to meeting those of you who can make it to Waynesboro.
Arrivederci. With love,