As a child I had a vivid imagination and a serious fantasy that The Partridge Family bus would roll up to my house and take me on the road with them. Unlike many pre-teen girls of that era, I didn’t want stardom or the heartthrob. I loved the way Shirley Jones would dispense wisdom, fight for social justice, and foster self-confidence.

At least once a week I would bolt out the door, run across the lawn to the curb where my new family was waiting. She would pull open that bus door and I would take my place aboard. We’d hit the road and we’d be happy! I hadn’t yet worked out what roll David Cassidy AKA Keith Partridge would play in my life.

I knew the TV show wasn’t real.  But I was very fortunate to have actually seen David Cassidy “Live, in Concert” in 1972 all decked out in silver lame, he drew a crowd as big as Elvis and the Beatles. But I didn’t have a serious star struck crush until I was a bit older.  I will now unabashedly admit that the Tiger Beat posters were on my walls until high school and after seeing Grease, I did put on lipstick and kiss them all.

But in all seriousness, for me when I reminisce about David Cassidy as I do often, it is with gratitude. I was a shy and lonely child in a dysfunctional family.  My records, posters, the TV show, and my alternate imaginary life kept me company. A difficult transition of my life was easier because of this.

Once, in an interview, David Cassidy said he was proud that he inspired people. He spoke with a humble tone so different from the celebrities and news reports of today. Despite his trials and tribulations, he didn’t make excuses. He spoke with humility of his human qualities.  My fondness for him as human being grew.

As an adult, I still have my vivid imagination and a serious fantasy about David Cassidy. There are millions of women worldwide who would still squeal at the mention of his name and wish to be front and center at a concert. My fantasy was more sentimental. I wished to meet him but my mission was only to express gratitude.  I would simply say thank you.

Sadly, David Cassidy at only 67, so stricken with dementia that his organs are failing him, has been hospitalized. As families gather nation wide to celebrate the day of thanks giving, his family will gather to say goodbye. I will let go, too, of any opportunity the future may have held. My appreciation only a quiet echo. May it be on some level that he knows.

Instead, I will say thank you to my readers, I am grateful that you continued to read this far. To my Fabulon parents, thank you for entrusting me with your children, oh how I adore them.

To Team Fabulon, you are my family and we are as dynamic as that Partridge family ever was. Stephen, who now drives the Fabulon bus, I Think I Love You!

And to Heather Powers, Creative Organizer, see her recent blog. 

This process gave me a unique opportunity to document my home studio, my happy place. I am so grateful to have a tangible way to share this part of my life with my sons.  Brian and Douglas, even though there will always be a tiny part dedicated to DC,  you guys still have the biggest parts of my heart.

 Next week, learn about organizing children's art and our recommendations for buying quality art supplies for holiday gift giving!