My memories are too numerous to mention. You were my sister and friend. I have never known life without you. I don’t know when I will run out of tears. I am grateful you were not alone or scared. I am so proud of you. I will miss you always.Till we meet again………..Kris
I met Lindesy through Caren. Lindsey made such a difference in Caren’s life. I will always remember most – Lindsey’s gentle face as she would work to usher me into their home between all the dogs whenever I visited unepectedly. Thier home was always filled with evidence of Caren’s artful house keeping , Lindsey”s work projects with the computer or phone and wonderful cooking scents. I always felt welcome and very much at home. She will be missed but I am glad she can finally rest without hurting. I just wish I had been able to spend more time talking with her. Eternity should take care of that.
Love
Genny Medford
Caren’s lifelong friend from Wonderland AKA Hammond Woods
Lindsey welcomed me to the family immediately. I loved talking with her about everything. She shared so many experiences and I can’t pick just one moment. All I know is my life was blessed for having her be a part of mine and I will deeply miss her.
Forever ago we were best friends. Though it seems like yesterday, we each have lived many lives since then. I am grateful for old memories and happy to hear that Lindsey had a good life and died surrounded by loved ones.
You made an impression on me as a child as my older cousin who was witty and humorous. My memories are with pony Teddy at your farm and your visit to MI when we rode the carnival rides. Two fearless “tomboys” enjoying the excitement. We shared a love of animals and you always wanted to hear about MY life rather than talk about you. RIP dear Lindsey.
My heart breaks for Lindsey’s family and friends. I remember her so much from her high school days – specifically in band. She was always such a joy to be around. May the memories you have of Lindsey, sustain you, until you meet again. Sincerely, Toni
I met Lindsey when she directed me in Tom, Dick annd Harry at The Broach Theatre. I was terrified of disappointing her. Id heard so much about her talent. She was amazing as a director and a person. Ill always cherish the words she left me with and the connection of friendship we made. She was a wonderful wonderful person and Im honored to have met her.
We never met Lindsey, but we know and love Kris — and by knowing Kris and hearing about her, we came to love and admire Lindsey as well. She fought an amazing battle and she has won — it’s just not quite the victory we were hoping and praying for — but she has won and is now with those who passed before her in that wonderful place called Heaven. She got where she was going… where we all will be going…. she just got there before some who loved her so very much. Our thoughts and prayers and love are with all of those who loved her and miss her so.
Lindsey’s words and actions are ones that have always stuck with me. Most memorable ,at the moment, are the words….”Ashby, you must ALWAYS wear a watch as a stage manager.” At a time when one wore watches to tell the time, where today we use our phones, who knows why I wasn’t wearing one. Battery died, laziness, my wrist was tired. Any way, the next evening at rehearsal, Lindsey handed me a watch. “No more excuses.” She told me. I still have the watch today…I look at the watch often and think of Lindsey….now I just need to change the dang battery! I can see Lindsey lovingly roll her eyes now.
The only word I have had in my mind for days is inconsolable. But that describes me, not her.
Twenty years ago she took me in hand and led me on this journey with her. She introduced me to groundedness, the concept of living in the moment, and an appreciation of fun. I have said that in some ways she “raised me from a pup.”
Lindsey, dear, thank you for being in my life. Lindsey, you gave me me roots and wings.
There are so many memories, mostly from high school. Half days our senior year, playing euchre at Lindsey’s house every afternoon when we were supposed to be looking for jobs – Lindsey, Cathy, Tim and I. Working with Lindsey and her mom at the state fair. Qualifications at the track. Lindsey driving us home from downtown Indy and turning right onto Fall Creek from Delaware into the wrong side of the median. After high school when I lived in Indy, she called me at about 1am to borrow $15 for a tow because she had slid off Arlington in the snow in her Opal? which she promptly paid back that was Lindsey. Not enough visits since she moved to Atlanta.
I miss her…Katrina
Lindsey directed me in several shows at the Broach Theatre. She was as funny as she was talented. She was a staunch ally and a fierce enemy. I learned early on, I wanted to always be on her side. She and I became fast friends during the production of “Moon Over Buffalo”. Hall Parrish our friend was passing then, and she helped guide the Broach family through the painful process of loss.
I don’t know what else to say other than “Thanks Lindsey, for the laughs and the love.” Much Peace.
Having been good friends with Lindseyâs father, John Foland, for many years, I had heard many, many tales of Lindsey before I finally got the chance to meet her. She came to New York on a casting trip. We set up a dinner meeting, and as I walked in the door, we recognized each other immediately, sparks flying, lost sisters together at last. We connected, we âgotâ each other, we felt like weâd known each other for years. We drank and laughed and talked and told stories until 4:00am, closing every bar we visited. I couldnât wait to meet Caren, I couldnât wait to see Lindsey again. The next morning, however, the previous evening was not so fondly recalled — Lindsey had to be up and on the job at about 8:00am. Oops. We laughed about that meeting and the following morning many times.
Phone chats with Lindsey were always, always helpful, healing, funny, and thought-provoking. Her profound intelligence and sense of clarity were lights in the darkness. We talked of baseball, theatre, friends, politics, music, animals — and problem-solving. During chaotic days, I would always think, âWhat I need is a chat with Lindsey!â And I was always right.
I am still trying to grasp the fact that Lindsey is no longer on this earth. Itâs unimaginable to me.
Two special memories that inspire the deepest gratitude in me⦠One: Lindsey and Caren surprised me outside LaMama, where I had just performed in a play. I was so shocked I couldnât speak at first. I had no idea that they had made the journey to New York, and it filled me with such amazement and thankfulness. Two: A few years ago, Lindsey and Caren offered to buy me a ticket to fly to Atlanta and visit them at long last. I ached to make the trip, one Iâd wanted to make for years. But our NYC building was infested with bugs and I would not take the chance of transporting them anywhere. But the offer lives deep in my heart.
The only word that has been on my mind has been inconsolable. But that describes me, not her.
Twenty years ago we set out on this journey together. She introduced me to groundedness and clarity, fun and being in the moment. Lindsey, you gave me roots and wings.
Wait, that isn’t quite right. Truth is, we gave each other roots and wings.
I had the great good fortune of not only working with Lindsay as an actor and stage manager, but in touring in a show called LET ME HEAR YOU SMILE where I played her brother through 70 years of their being together as a family. And she was just that…..when I looked into Lindsay’s eyes each performance there was the family I have always longed for….caring, loving, funny and warm. Lindsay and her father John will always be in my heart where my true family resides.
I wish that I had had an opportunity to get to know Lindsey better. I know that she had to be very special from all that I knew of her through Caren. I will miss hearing about her but know how very ill she had been. My sympathy to Caren and all of Lindsey’s family.
Miss Lindsey. Remembering the time she stopped by Indy, we met and I mentioned a class in Atlanta for teaching baby massage, and explained why this could be impacting many of the cities ills… she then invited me to drive to Atlanta with her and stay at her house. ave me a car to drive while there. That’s not all. Her laughter, intelligence, heart will be remembered until we meet again… Love you Lindsey!
My memories are too numerous to mention. You were my sister and friend. I have never known life without you. I don’t know when I will run out of tears. I am grateful you were not alone or scared. I am so proud of you. I will miss you always.Till we meet again………..Kris
I love you.
My teacher & tormentor, my hero & friend, my sister…there is a hole in my heart that can never be filled. I love you.
I met Lindesy through Caren. Lindsey made such a difference in Caren’s life. I will always remember most – Lindsey’s gentle face as she would work to usher me into their home between all the dogs whenever I visited unepectedly. Thier home was always filled with evidence of Caren’s artful house keeping , Lindsey”s work projects with the computer or phone and wonderful cooking scents. I always felt welcome and very much at home. She will be missed but I am glad she can finally rest without hurting. I just wish I had been able to spend more time talking with her. Eternity should take care of that.
Love
Genny Medford
Caren’s lifelong friend from Wonderland AKA Hammond Woods
Lindsey welcomed me to the family immediately. I loved talking with her about everything. She shared so many experiences and I can’t pick just one moment. All I know is my life was blessed for having her be a part of mine and I will deeply miss her.
Forever ago we were best friends. Though it seems like yesterday, we each have lived many lives since then. I am grateful for old memories and happy to hear that Lindsey had a good life and died surrounded by loved ones.
You made an impression on me as a child as my older cousin who was witty and humorous. My memories are with pony Teddy at your farm and your visit to MI when we rode the carnival rides. Two fearless “tomboys” enjoying the excitement. We shared a love of animals and you always wanted to hear about MY life rather than talk about you. RIP dear Lindsey.
My heart breaks for Lindsey’s family and friends. I remember her so much from her high school days – specifically in band. She was always such a joy to be around. May the memories you have of Lindsey, sustain you, until you meet again. Sincerely, Toni
I met Lindsey when she directed me in Tom, Dick annd Harry at The Broach Theatre. I was terrified of disappointing her. Id heard so much about her talent. She was amazing as a director and a person. Ill always cherish the words she left me with and the connection of friendship we made. She was a wonderful wonderful person and Im honored to have met her.
We never met Lindsey, but we know and love Kris — and by knowing Kris and hearing about her, we came to love and admire Lindsey as well. She fought an amazing battle and she has won — it’s just not quite the victory we were hoping and praying for — but she has won and is now with those who passed before her in that wonderful place called Heaven. She got where she was going… where we all will be going…. she just got there before some who loved her so very much. Our thoughts and prayers and love are with all of those who loved her and miss her so.
Lindsey’s words and actions are ones that have always stuck with me. Most memorable ,at the moment, are the words….”Ashby, you must ALWAYS wear a watch as a stage manager.” At a time when one wore watches to tell the time, where today we use our phones, who knows why I wasn’t wearing one. Battery died, laziness, my wrist was tired. Any way, the next evening at rehearsal, Lindsey handed me a watch. “No more excuses.” She told me. I still have the watch today…I look at the watch often and think of Lindsey….now I just need to change the dang battery! I can see Lindsey lovingly roll her eyes now.
Lindsey will forever have a Coors Light in one hand while smacking her forehead with the other:
The only word I have had in my mind for days is inconsolable. But that describes me, not her.
Twenty years ago she took me in hand and led me on this journey with her. She introduced me to groundedness, the concept of living in the moment, and an appreciation of fun. I have said that in some ways she “raised me from a pup.”
Lindsey, dear, thank you for being in my life. Lindsey, you gave me me roots and wings.
There are so many memories, mostly from high school. Half days our senior year, playing euchre at Lindsey’s house every afternoon when we were supposed to be looking for jobs – Lindsey, Cathy, Tim and I. Working with Lindsey and her mom at the state fair. Qualifications at the track. Lindsey driving us home from downtown Indy and turning right onto Fall Creek from Delaware into the wrong side of the median. After high school when I lived in Indy, she called me at about 1am to borrow $15 for a tow because she had slid off Arlington in the snow in her Opal? which she promptly paid back that was Lindsey. Not enough visits since she moved to Atlanta.
I miss her…Katrina
Lindsey directed me in several shows at the Broach Theatre. She was as funny as she was talented. She was a staunch ally and a fierce enemy. I learned early on, I wanted to always be on her side. She and I became fast friends during the production of “Moon Over Buffalo”. Hall Parrish our friend was passing then, and she helped guide the Broach family through the painful process of loss.
I don’t know what else to say other than “Thanks Lindsey, for the laughs and the love.” Much Peace.
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson, from “Requiem”
Having been good friends with Lindseyâs father, John Foland, for many years, I had heard many, many tales of Lindsey before I finally got the chance to meet her. She came to New York on a casting trip. We set up a dinner meeting, and as I walked in the door, we recognized each other immediately, sparks flying, lost sisters together at last. We connected, we âgotâ each other, we felt like weâd known each other for years. We drank and laughed and talked and told stories until 4:00am, closing every bar we visited. I couldnât wait to meet Caren, I couldnât wait to see Lindsey again. The next morning, however, the previous evening was not so fondly recalled — Lindsey had to be up and on the job at about 8:00am. Oops. We laughed about that meeting and the following morning many times.
Phone chats with Lindsey were always, always helpful, healing, funny, and thought-provoking. Her profound intelligence and sense of clarity were lights in the darkness. We talked of baseball, theatre, friends, politics, music, animals — and problem-solving. During chaotic days, I would always think, âWhat I need is a chat with Lindsey!â And I was always right.
I am still trying to grasp the fact that Lindsey is no longer on this earth. Itâs unimaginable to me.
Two special memories that inspire the deepest gratitude in me⦠One: Lindsey and Caren surprised me outside LaMama, where I had just performed in a play. I was so shocked I couldnât speak at first. I had no idea that they had made the journey to New York, and it filled me with such amazement and thankfulness. Two: A few years ago, Lindsey and Caren offered to buy me a ticket to fly to Atlanta and visit them at long last. I ached to make the trip, one Iâd wanted to make for years. But our NYC building was infested with bugs and I would not take the chance of transporting them anywhere. But the offer lives deep in my heart.
As does Lindsey. And Caren. Forever.
The only word that has been on my mind has been inconsolable. But that describes me, not her.
Twenty years ago we set out on this journey together. She introduced me to groundedness and clarity, fun and being in the moment. Lindsey, you gave me roots and wings.
Wait, that isn’t quite right. Truth is, we gave each other roots and wings.
And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly…
I had the great good fortune of not only working with Lindsay as an actor and stage manager, but in touring in a show called LET ME HEAR YOU SMILE where I played her brother through 70 years of their being together as a family. And she was just that…..when I looked into Lindsay’s eyes each performance there was the family I have always longed for….caring, loving, funny and warm. Lindsay and her father John will always be in my heart where my true family resides.
I wish that I had had an opportunity to get to know Lindsey better. I know that she had to be very special from all that I knew of her through Caren. I will miss hearing about her but know how very ill she had been. My sympathy to Caren and all of Lindsey’s family.
Miss Lindsey. Remembering the time she stopped by Indy, we met and I mentioned a class in Atlanta for teaching baby massage, and explained why this could be impacting many of the cities ills… she then invited me to drive to Atlanta with her and stay at her house. ave me a car to drive while there. That’s not all. Her laughter, intelligence, heart will be remembered until we meet again… Love you Lindsey!