Time to Remember a Pair of Novembers

Posted by Bruce Miller

On Monday, Sept 8, Barksdale Theatre and Theatre IV will present the first Founders Award to Sara Belle and Neil November, recognizing their decades-long contributions to our two nonprofit theatres--a contribution comparable to the commitment of our founders—Pete and Nancy Kilgore, Muriel McAuley, Phil Whiteway and me. The award will be presented during a gala dinner event held at the University of Richmond Jepson Alumni Center, hosted by Suzanne Pollard, Marilyn and Jay Weinberg, Carole and Marcus Weinstein, Allison Weinstein and Ivan Jecklin. All proceeds from the event will be used to establish a Strategic Cash Reserve for Barksdale Theatre and Theatre IV.

Sara Belle and Neil November have been instrumental in the success of Barksdale Theatre and Theatre IV for decades. In her 1984 book, Going On … Barksdale Theatre – The First 31 Years, Muriel McAuley reports that the only reason Barksdale survived the early 80s and lived to celebrate its 30th birthday in '83 was because “Neil and Sara Belle November, longtime patrons and friends, headed up a fund drive. We already had The Barksdale Hundred (individuals who committed support of $100 per year). Neil established The Barksdale Thousand and raised enough money to get us through!”

That was the first emergency fund drive led by Neil November—followed by a larger one ten years later, and a spectacular capital campaign when Barksdale had to move from the Tavern to Willow Lawn in 1996. During these same years when Neil was saving Barksdale, Sara Belle was on the Board at Theatre IV, supporting our campaign to purchase and restore the historic Empire Theatre, and lending support to each and every annual campaign.

There are any number of people who have earned the right to hear us say, “Barksdale and Theatre IV would not be here today were it not for you.” Sara Belle and Neil November top the list.

And it’s not just about money. We have always been able to call Neil and Sara Belle for advice, contacts, shoulders to cry on, and jokes to laugh at. They’re at every opening night, and they cheer us on even when they don’t like a show (Neil – “What the hell was that about?!”; Sara Belle – “Don’t pay any attention to him!!!”)

Like all people of means, Sara Belle and Neil could have spent their money on themselves, and exhausted their time and talents on one big party. But throughout their lives, they have chosen instead to bestow their generous financial support and countless hours of hard work on any number of worthy community projects, including Barksdale Theatre and Theatre IV, Westminster-Canterbury, the Science Museum of Virginia and the Virginia Aviation Museum, and many causes related to their Jewish heritage.

Let us say it again – Barksdale and Theatre IV would not be here today were it not for Sara Belle and Neil November. For that and so much more, we thank them from the bottom of our hearts.

The physical award that will be presented to the Novembers on Monday is an original work of art commissioned from, designed and handcrafted by Steve Resnick, the world’s preeminent Judaic glass artist, living in Silver Spring, Maryland. Resnick’s original works have been presented to dignitaries worldwide including President Bill Clinton, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton, Vice President Al Gore, Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu, President Shimon Peres, Senator Charles Schumer, and Prime Minister Yitzhak Shamir.
Resnick’s glass carving is characterized by its wonderful textural quality utilizing intricate organic motifs. The Founders Award is made from panels of celedon green glass (see photo to right), onto which olive branches have been gracefully etched (see photo to left). The award is inspired by the Tzedakah Box from Jewish tradition, signifying the spiritual obligation to give selflessly to others and work for justice. The olive branch design comes from Judeo-Christian and Greek traditions, symbolizing strength through peace. The award is hand-signed on its base by the artist. It can be displayed either on its pedestal or off.

If you see Sara Belle or Neil after Monday evening, please thank them for their life-giving support of Barksdale Theatre and Theatre IV. And congratulate them on this most recent accolade.

--Bruce Miller

Happy Birthday Barksdale! - Part I

Posted by Bruce Miller

Fifty-four years ago today, Barksdale Theatre was born when six wide-eyed actors shelled out five thousand earned and borrowed bucks as down payment on a derelict property known as Hanover Tavern. The total purchase price for the historic building and the land was $25,000, the remainder to be paid off at $250 a month. Nobody tells the story better than co-founder Muriel McAuley. The following is excerpted from her magnificent 1984 book, Going On … Barksdale Theatre – The First 31 Years. In honor of our theatre’s 54th Birthday, please join me in raising a glass.

“There were six of us, plus two children and a dog. In alphabetical but little other order we were Tom Carlin, Steward Falconer, David and Priscilla (“Pete” and “Perky”) Kilgore and their Kate and Beau, aged 3 and 18 months, Muriel McAuley and Pat Sharp. The dog’s name was Rags.

Most of us had been at Wayne University in Detroit, some at University of Florida, then wound our separate and together ways to New York. Tiring of our roles as unemployed artists, we decided to show Broadway a thing or two and start our own theatre. But where?

Stu’s mother, Aline Miles, settled that with an ill-considered offer to let us move in with her if we wanted to try Richmond, Virginia. Never was she to be the same again. On February 4, we piled in on this kind lady and promptly took over her home. We each took whatever job we could find and pooled our paychecks, keeping an allowance of $1.00 a week.

We didn’t have a theatre yet, but we had a name. Some of the group had run a summer theatre in St. Clair, Michigan called Rounders On the River. Barbara Barksdale helped with the box office, publicity and other chores she could handle from a wheelchair, for she had Multiple Sclerosis. She had died in 1950 at the age of twenty. Furthermore, she had been a Virginia girl, from Charlottesville. So we called ourselves Barksdale Memorial Theatre.

By June, we’d saved up a whole $1,300! Surely enough to buy our own place, maybe with a barn we could convert into a theatre like in all those Judy Garland movies! Real estate agents took one look at our bankroll, our idea and six mostly unrelated dreamers and were never seen again. For some reason, G. B. Lorraine stuck with us, and on a dark and stormy Saturday showed us Hanover Tavern.


‘Thirty-three rooms,’ the deed said, one of them in the English basement, about 30 by 40 feet and called The Ballroom. There was our theatre! Its 7-foot, 3-inch ceiling dampened our enthusiasm only briefly, though Pete, our light man, wore a stricken expression for several days. There was no heat. No plumbing. Doors fell off their hinges. Most of the plaster had given up and lay in the middle of floors. The 4.53 acres had obviously been used as the county dump since George Washington had thrown out the first beer can. We loved it!

What’s more, unlike the nasty banks that demanded one third down, collateral and other such nonsense, owner Jourdan Woolfolk was willing to finance with just $5,000 down, which he’d take in two payments. We already had $1,300; $5,000 would be a cinch!

Drawers were rifled for anything pawnable. Pete cashed in his VA (Veteran’s) insurance. We paid the first $2,500. Then we got serious. In July we saved over $1,000 by not eating, not smoking and not drinking two fifths of Italian Swiss Colony wine on Saturday nights. Mrs. Miles borrowed on some bonds and loaned us her loan. We put the touch on the other families. On August 1, we moved in, after paying the last $2,500. Ten dollars of it was in change.

The previous two weeks (ever the optimists) we’d taken turns hauling stuff to the Tavern in the Kilgore’s 1948 wooden-bodied Buick station wagon. While at Mrs. Miles’, we’d had the bright idea of buying two little pigs to take care of the garbage and provide meat. By now, they weighed 70 pounds and we’d turned them into pets. Through truly Machiavellian scheming by Pete and Stu, it fell to Pat and Muriel to transport Sheba and Tallulah, and until you’ve driven 30 miles with two trussed up, screaming, crapping pigs in the back of an over-heated station wagon, you’ve missed one of life’s unique moments.”

… To Be Continued

Photo caption: This photo of the Barksdale founders (Pat Sharp is out of the frame) is from 1957, and shows them sitting happily on the porch of the Tavern. Starting from the left, those in the photo are: Kate Kilgore sitting in Muriel's lap, Pete Kilgore standing behind the two of them, arms folded. Actor Neil Lewis with the stringed instrument, with Perky Kilgore seated to the right of him. Beau Kilgore's head is popping out next to Perky. And then, seated and laughing, left to right, we see Tom Carlin, actor Mary Brinklow, and Stu Falconer.

--Bruce Miller