Around Aspen: Les Dames Gala
It was late summer and the leaves had already begun to turn golden when Les Dames dAspen held its seventh annual Fleur de Lis Gala dinner-dance at the Doerr-Hosier Center at the Aspen Meadows. There were silent and live auctions and a fabulous dinner followed by dancing. The views of autumn were great from the patio of the Doerr-Hosier and everyone had a good time dancing. Les Dames de Ballet was founded more than 25 years ago by Christine Aubale Gerschel and Lita Heller as a fundraising arm for Aspen Ballet. As the years went by, the organization changed its name to Les Dames dAspen and in addition to being the major funder for the Aspen Santa Fe Ballet, the group also contributes to the Aspen Writers Foundation and gives scholarships to Aspen and downvalley students who are pursuing the arts in college. For many years Les Dames held dances and parties to raise funds, now at least $100,000 is raised every year by memberships. Anyone interested in joining should call Christine at 925-9028. It is a very good avenue for newcomers to get to know a group of women dedicated to the arts.The Aspen Chamber Resort Association will hold its annual Holiday Party on Wednesday, Dec. 10, from 5:30-7:30 p.m. at Bumps at Buttermilk. Take a new unwrapped toy or cash donation for admission to the party. All proceeds benefit families through the Holiday Baskets Project sponsored by the Aspen Interfaith Association. There are several booksignings this holiday season for the cookbook Thursdays with Mom & Michael by Anita Rosenberg. The book is a chronicle of Elaine Rosenbergs celebrated Thursday night dinner parties in Aspen, written by her daughter, Anita. The chef for the dinner parties was Michael Rueggenberg. Signings will be Thursday, Dec. 18, from 5:30- 7 p.m. at Explore Booksellers; Friday, Dec. 19, from noon-2 p.m. at the Aspen Mountain Club at the top of Ajax; and on Tuesday, Dec. 23, from 3-5 p.m. at Amen Wardy on Galena Street.This year Dec. 7 falls on a Sunday. Do you remember where you were on that fateful Sunday Dec. 7, 1941, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in Hawaii and World War II began. I was on the hill above our house on Conesus Lake, N.Y., gathering Christmas greens with my brothers and sisters. We had the sled piled high with pine, hemlock and evergreen branches. Bursting into the house we found our parents hunched over the radio with stricken faces. Nothing was ever the same.
Bear tracks in the snow in our yard this morning.Undercurrent … A treat this time of year is having pumpkin pie for breakfast.
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