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Antaean since 2000. A report from Planet Proctor. The Man Who Had All The Luck by Arthur Miller. ![]() |
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This is being written two weeks after Kellie's death. That was a very difficult sentence to type, because there is absolutely no reason why it should be true. I have to admit it's not entirely real to me yet. I want to initiate archive web-pages for Antaeans who depart the stage once and for all. This page for Kellie will be the first, and I will put up pages for our dear departed Davids, Byrd and Dukes, and for founding member Paddi Edwards. Kelly came to us in 1999 as a guest artist in The Man Who Had All The Luck. I liked her immediately upon meeting her, she was a very open and good humored person. Her reading of the role of Hester Falk made her talent and training apparant, and she was a great supportive spirit in the ensemble, totally professional in her rehearsal habits. I never heard her utter a mean or petty thing. She would pitch in without being asked and run a dust mop where needed in the Ivy Substation's concrete bunker dressing spaces. She was great fun to hang out with, and had a superb sense of humor which could range from the acutely subtle to the outright dopey. Kelly Waymire was -- number one -- a theater person through and through, and a natural ensemble player. Her excellence and success in television was certainly due in great part to the skills and habits honed from a lifetime of dedication to the stage. At the time of her death, she was doing a 99-seat show at the 24th Street Theatre (Kate Crackernuts) and was brilliantly funny as the "pretty sister" whose head got swapped with a Sheep's. I thought at the time I saw the show that it was a great demonstration of Kellie's particular kind of good looks. She wasn't afraid to make herself look however her character needed to look, but her beauty was the sort that worked its way through any makeup or appliance. Somehow, the light would catch her smile and the line of her eyes and she would shine, gorgeous, in between her sheep's ears. Kellie will always be a part of our company, an important participant in our group journey, and will live on in the hearts and memories of all of us who were fortunate enough to know her, to work and play with her, and to love her. We're going to miss you, Miss Waymire. |
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