Father and Vincent in “Dead of Winter”

Third of a century? Hard for me to believe it, Vincent. You were only a babe in my arms that first year.

My oldest memory is of a Winterfest. I must have been three or four. I remember a cold, dark room. Footsteps echoed all around me. I was frightened. Devin held my hand. Then, they lit the candles and the darkness pushed back. When I saw the tapestries for the first time...they took my breath away.