Each and every week, an insecure lonely little girl waited to see Avonlea. Not once did she fail to see an episode. At 36, she married me and straight away I was introduced to the dreams she still holds dear. Yesterday for Christmas 2019 she found from Santa Sullivan, the Green Gables book, a hand signed copy of the script, a strip of 16mm film and the “I would rather be in Avonlea” coffee cups under the tree. She just cried with joy. Thank you - no detail invested in the efforts to drepam of Avonlea even decades later... goes unnoticed or unappreciated.