“little did i know on february 17, l996, when jerry w. marshall called me to read me his first dear daisy letter, that i would be in for the ride of my life nearly every morning thereafter because i was the one he most trusted to read each letter to first, just to “hear how it flows.” the rich southern history, unique intelligence and small-town morals of one jerry w. marshall linger so insistently that these images actually change one’s lifelong convictions. "dear daisy," is a gift to the soul as water is to the parched; it is a treasure for the heart; a return to the good old american conscience i thought had been plowed under by the shallow concerns of our endlessly profitable, endlessly hollow, spiritless corporate mentality. thank you, jerry, from the bottom of my heart.”

s. j. champlin
writer/filmmaker