Letter from the editor: Fandangle magic
By David H. Waller
The final weekend of Fandangle is here. And while I’m certainly worn out—like the rest of my family—I always feel a twinge of sadness when the season comes to a close.
Growing up in Fandangle, I didn’t know anything different. As a young kid, I honestly thought every town had something like this—that every child spent their summer in western costumes, riding wagons and dancing on stage. But Albany is special. And the Fandangle is, without a doubt, one of the most special things about it.
For 87 years, this town has come together to share a story with each other and with the world. No two shows are ever quite the same, and yet every summer it feels like a big family reunion under the West Texas sky.
The hours poured into this show—rehearsals, set-building, costume prep, wrangling kids and livestock—is a testament to how much we love it. It’s about honoring the legacy that Robert Nail began and ensuring it carries on stronger than ever.
Every era of the Fandangle has had its own distinct feel, but they’ve all remained deeply rooted in the same spirit. When I was young, I was always in awe of Betsy Parsons. I spent years as a mic boy and got to watch her up close as she worked her magic. She was a true Fandangler through and through.
Today, that torch is being carried by Lorna Ayers. As president of the Fort Griffin Fandangle Association, I’ve had the privilege of working closely with her throughout the year. Her commitment and creativity shine in every scene. The work she puts in—alongside her husband John and daughters Cali and Cori—keeps the show not only alive, but thriving. It’s a true family effort, and we are all better for it.
I also want to recognize our musical director, Sandy Abel. Albany is lucky to have her. I’ve grown up hearing her play the organ at MMPC every Sunday, and hearing her continue the Fandangle organ tradition is a joy. Her talent and dedication are a gift to this production, year in and year out.
This year, I stepped into a new role myself—one I never expected. I became the narrator for the snake scene, which as a kid was always my favorite part of the show. I once even got Mike Parsons’ autograph because I thought the Snake Man was the coolest person in town. So when my dad wasn’t able to take the mic this year, I stepped in. And I’ve truly enjoyed it.
Now, as we head into the final weekend, I can already feel that familiar emotion setting in. I’m the sentimental type, and this part of the season always hits me hard. But while I’m sad to see it end, I always look forward to Prairie Land during the final show. Looking out at the crowd, seeing former cast members swaying and singing along—it’s a powerful moment that reminds me how fortunate I am to be part of something so meaningful.
To be part of this town. To be part of this legacy. To be part of the Fandangle.
What a blessing.
