I remember the day I met Catherine.  She was wearing white stirrup pants and a pink sweater with white boots.  She often wore boots, and that's why the people that we eventually worked at the Fieldstone Inn eventually called her "Bootsie."  On this fine fall day in the mountains she was pulling a suitcase behind her, and delegating commands to Jess, her then boyfriend, as she moved into Appleby West. 

And so the story begins...... 

I perhaps will contribute a chapter of Catherine's light here and there.