Ken and I are excited to announce that Retrofan Magazine commissioned us to write an article on Cheryl Miller. Retrofan is a premier print publication covering favorite TV shows. When I noticed they had never written on Daktari, I pitched an article on Cheryl Miller and they accepted. I then immediately reached out to Ken as our resident expert on Daktari to write the article with me.
Although we reached out to Cheryl on two occasions, we were not able to talk with her. However, I did make contact with Ralph Helfer and got quotes and photos from him.
Found these through my Google Alert – thought I’d share them with you!
Our friend Walter alerted me to these slides taken when Cheryl played Samantha Pudding on the soap, “Bright Promise.” These are the only pictures to date found from the soap. Gotta love eBay!
In 1969, Cheryl Miller married Stan Shapiro, a stock broker. One of our faithful readers, Walter, found this wonderful set of photos from the wedding on eBay:
My thanks to Walter, one of our loyal readers, for transcribing this article. Cheryl is a fascinating woman.
Motion Picture Magazine November 1966
Strange men don’t scare me
Somewhere out there is a two-legged animal just for Cheryl Miller, but for now the star of Daktari prefers the four-legged variety!
By Paul Denis, Motion Picture magazine, November, 1966
Fearless Cheryl Miller is cozy with lions, hyenas, chimps, elephants, tigers and gorillas on her Daktari TV series-and with iguanas, tarantulas, snakes and black widow spiders in her home backyard.
But she’s not afraid of two-legged males, either, even strangers. In fact, blonde Cheryl is one of the few Hollywood actresses who is not afraid of blind dates.
On the contrary, she claims, she has always enjoyed blind dates. “I’ve always had a lot of fun.” she says. “Blind dates are always worth it in one way or another; sometimes they’re even better than the conventional-type dates. Everybody can be interesting, and I learn so much from a blind date – even when I don’t particularly like the boy.”
Most actresses fear – and avoid – blind-dating either because they often get stuck with bores or because the dates end up in wrestling matches in the car or at their front door. But Cheryl insists, “It’s always the girl who sets the pace. A boy won’t try to get fresh unless the girl encourages him. I believe a boy behaves like a gentleman when the girl behaves like a lady. I go into each blind date looking for the best in people.”
Looking for the best in people stems perhaps from her church training. She’s a member of the Bel-Air Presbyterian Church where’s she’s program director and social chairman, as well as vice-president of the college division.
Another reason she believes blind dates are more exciting than conventional dates is because “a blind date is a challenge – I rarely know what to expect. This gives the date an extra dimension of excitement. And, of course, I’m not afraid – I can take care of myself!” (A bouncy 5 feet 8 inches, she once placed first in her school’s physical fitness competition.)
“Some of the blind dates, I’ve had,” she admits, “were not the handsomest men in the world – but the handsomest men are not necessarily the most interesting. You can learn a lot from every date. For instance, you cannot be with a very sophisticated man without learning something you wouldn’t have known otherwise. Recently I went out with an agent who really knew his way around. I felt like I was out with royalty: he knew what’s expected from the waiter and the headwaiter and how to order.”
Cheryl’s gone out with younger men, too. “I’ve gone with men four months younger than I, and found them very worthwhile.” But one thing she won’t do is go out with a married man. “I’ve never blind-dated a married man and never intend to.” Her blind dates, she goes on to explain are arranged by friends, who every so often will tell her, “1 know a fellow who’s just right for you.”
Cheryl’s mother, a travel agent, always knows about Cheryl’s blind-dating. “Mother approves,” says Cheryl. “But my parents didn’t meet through a blind date, and neither did my brother Gary, who met his wife when they were both students at Occidental College.” In actual fact, Cheryl’s blind dates are so successful that “I usually go out with them a second and a third time.” And her attitudes on the subject don’t mean that she’s a non-conformist. “It’s just that I’m so busy working on Daktari – blind dating is my only way to meet new men.” There are some bachelors working on Daktari, including her leading man, Yale Summers. “Yale looks 21 but he’s 32 – and he has a girlfriend,” Cheryl elaborates.
Daktari, now in its second season on CBS-TV, is filmed in the Mojave Desert, 79 miles from Cheryl’s home in Sherman Oaks, California. Fortunately, the cast and the crew are “very nice, and when you’re stuck in the desert l2 hours a day, it’s lucky to have nice people to work with. Hari Rhodes from our show is teaching me karate. I’m learning it simply because I think it’s a good thing to know, and I’m athletic anyway.
No,” she laughed.” l don‘t intend to use it on my blind dates. So far, I’ve never had to resort to muscle to ward off a blind date. But I have been on blind dates when the car had a flat, and l was the only one who could fix the tire!”
Never married, she does claim she was “informally engaged once. Even though it’s fun being single,” she says wistfully, “I sort of wish the searching and hunting were over with.” Her ideal man as she describes him would be “hard working, able to enjoy light fun, someone who likes himself and is at peace with himself, who can adjust to any situation. I’m a mature person for my age, and I don’t think l could stand an immature man.”
But she insists she’s not depressed about being single. “I know what l want, l know what is going to be right for me. I know a lot of charming men, but l also know that I do not want to marry them.” She is not avoiding marriage, she says, because her own parents divorced some years ago. “And” she claims, “the stuff I know about divorce in Hollywood doesn’t bother me, either.”
Cheryl adds that what make things simpler for her is that her mother doesn’t push her towards marriage. “I have had too many girlfriends whose mothers pushed them into marriage – and it’s no good! And all those fathers who hold back their sons from marrying – that’s not good, either! ” She recalls a certain father who kept telling his son for five years that there was only one girl for him – Cheryl. “Now, this son and I are good friends, and once we decided to teach his father a lesson, once and for all – in the form of a joke. His parents were in Hawaii, and we phoned them there to tell them that we had just eloped.
“When they returned, we met them at the airport wearing wedding rings; we even brought along relatives who kept throwing rice at us. When that rice began to hit us, we both got scared and began to pale a little, thinking maybe this isn’t such a good joke after all. His father couldn’t make up his mind whether we were playing a joke or not. Suddenly seeing his son married was too shocking even to contemplate. So when we finally told him the truth, he was too relieved to be angry. My relations with this boy were strictly platonic, never romantic,” Cheryl added.
Cheryl is not a typical young actress. She’s of the newer breed: educated, active in church, and with cultural interests that go way beyond show business. A grandniece of composer Franz Schubert, she has a degree in music from U.C.L.A. and has studied at the Los Angeles Conservatory of Music. She’s a singer (MGM Records), plays the piano and classical guitar, and sings in the church choir. “In fact,” she says, “I can fill out any choral group. My voice has a three and a half octave range. If you need a tenor, just send for me!”
She was working with her church’s African Mission, and was offered a chance to go to Bogota, Colombia, to train missionaries in music and sight-reading, communicating with these young people through the international language of music. It was just about that time that Walt Disney decided he wanted her for his movie, “Clarence, The Cross-Eyed Lion.” She decided to do it.
She has never planned to stay in acting all her life. “I acted in order to get money for my education,” she explains. She is enjoying her first TV series, Daktari, in which she plays the daughter of a doctor working in an animal study center in Africa. “Still,” she says, “I’m trying to be open enough to know what’s right and what’s wrong,” is how she tries to sum it up. “I got my ideas from my family mostly, after all, they’ve lived more years than I have. But I always try to weigh all opinions for myself and decide what’s good for me. “
One of the things she’s gotten from her family is her eagerness to learn. Education was always stressed in her home. “My family is fanatic about learning,” she explained, as she sat in her family’s modestly-furnished frame house just off a highway in the San
Fernando Valley. “Father was an architect during the years when you did not have to have a college education to work at it. My brother Gary graduated from Occidental College, then became a dentist. Mother went to Notre Dame College for women. She taught English before she married, but for 20 years she didn’t work at all. Then, five years after the divorce, she became a travel agent.
“She’s a wonderful woman and I admire her. I remember when I was in school – some mothers were so involved in school and civic affairs they were never home when the kids came home. But my mother was always home. And she introduced me to so much. When I started school, mother had taught me so well that they couldn’t put me in first grade – they had to skip me. And she’s so understanding! When we were growing up she interfered as little as possible in our affairs. She just let us work out our problems for ourselves.
“I guess my brother and I have my mother to thank for our curiosity about so many different subjects.” As proof of this, Cheryl’s lively conversation can touch on Hawaiian real estate (she owns some), and go on to auto-racing, religion, church music, calculus, gentling race horses, art, marital problems, period furniture, investments – and mating iguanas. Mating iguanas? Yes indeed. She bought two iguanas and offered one to her brother. But her brother’s wife adamantly refused to house the iguana, so Cheryl took both home, putting them in cages in the garage. In time, the iguanas accomplished the supposedly impossible feat of mating in captivity. (They average 80 offspring in one litter.) That’s when Cheryl took them out into the desert and let them go free.
“I’ve had thousands of pets but I kept them mostly in our garage, because mother doesn’t like animals. My brother (who’s five years older) and I used to catch lots of wild animals, snakes and insects. He told me once not to be afraid of spiders, so I started to collect them. When I showed them to my mother and she recognized them as black widows, she plain fainted, and had nightmares for a long time after. But they never bit me, so I was never afraid.
“I had three tarantulas,” she continued from her vast store of animal love, “and their bite can poison you. But – they never hurt me. I used to let them walk on my hands but photographers kept coming around for pictures of this trick. So I took the tarantulas 90 miles out into the desert and freed them. 1 just can’t bear to hurt an animal.”
Today, the only animals she owns are a Saluki dog named Lilly and a Siamese cat named Worthless. “Worthless had a twin sister, Useless, who died three years ago,” she recounts somewhat sadly.
It was because she handled animals so well on “Clarence, The Cross-Eyed Lion” that producer Ivan Tors hired her for Daktari. On Daktari she has to be quick, for even “trained animals” can attack. “Each animal has a warning signal,” Cheryl explains. “It may be a movement or it may be a sound, but you must learn to spot the signs – know when an animal is hungry or restless or tired. I always try to treat animals with consideration.”
A strong and athletic girl, Cheryl used to run with her dog three miles before breakfast every morning. Now she doesn’t have the time for that. Besides, lifting a 50-lb. chimp, holding on to a 500-lb. lion and moving among wild animals, which she does for her series, is exercise enough.
She gets more than just exercise on the show. Sometimes she has to run for her life. “Once we were working a lion on a street set, when it suddenly charged.” she recalls. “I ran one way, the trainers ran another, and the crew just scattered in all directions. I spotted an inlet in a wall and dashed in, only to find myself flush up against the back of a frightened cameraman, who was making like he was part of the building. The lion charged toward the nearest highway. Maybe he was heading for Disneyland. But they finally caught him.
“Once l was scratched by a hyena,” she continues, not yet through with her animal adventures. “I’ve been thrown of an elephant’s back while wading in a lake. I’ve been knocked down by ostriches. Once a tiger cub got away from me, and 1 chased it as it ran down toward our stream. I was suddenly knocked down flat by the trainer, who saw the cub but didn’t see me as he jumped from the rise above me. He landed on the side of my leg, rolled off, and jumped into the lake to rescue the cub.”
Despite all this, she still prefers to work with larger animals. “I hate little ones – they’re too sneaky. I’d rather work with a 12-foot python than a little garter snake! At the desert compound where Daktari is filmed, we have yellow jackets and hornets and I was stung a dozen times, but that didn’t bother me. It’s the mosquitoes that bother me. When they bite me, I swell up and get fever!” When she went to Florida to do a few segments of Flipper – that was before Daktari – she got 115 mosquito bites on her leg the very first day. “And I really got sick! They had to spray me, skin and clothes, for l5 minutes at a time, starting at 7:30 A.M.”
Incidentally, when she was working on Flipper she was instructed not to tell her age because her role called for her to be sweet on 16-year old Luke Halpin. But somebody snitched and said she was 22. “Viewers sent in nasty letters that Luke was being ensnared by an older woman!”
Cheryl was a Miss Golden Globe for 1966, she was Walt Disney’s Deb Star for 1965 and does her promotion tours dutifully. But she is not a typical aggressive starlet. She’s a home girl. “We’re family,” she affirms, “and we believe in being together. We do things together. We believe no one else is going to love us as much we love each other.”
She got into show business early in life, really early. When a mere 19 days old she played the baby in Casanova Brown, starring Gary Cooper and Teresa Wright. She and her brother subsequently did hundreds of child roles; but their parents never placed a great deal of emphasis on their careers. As a matter of fact, Cheryl worried more about sports than movie work. She holds the San Fernando Valley record of 6.5 for the
50-yard dash; she surfs with a 10-foot board; She skin-dives and plays a fine game of tennis. In order to work on Flipper without a double, she dove 80 feet into the Pacific Ocean to renew her international diving license.
Yet she is utterly feminine. She’s a gourmet cook; she measures 37-22-35, keeps her weight down to about 114, owns 50 pairs of shoes, about as many dresses and a dozen hats, and has hypnotic eyes – one hazel and one green.
She’s ambitious only in the sense of wanting to be a complete person. “I’m growing up and I’m reaching for answers. I look forward to marriage and children and to an exciting life. But right now I’m too agile-minded to concentrate on one field. I’d like to be able to do everything well. Until you’ve tried every ice-cream flavor, how do you know which is best?” she concludes.
Her hazel-green eyes sparkling, she adds, “Besides, think of all the blind dates still to come!” –PAUL DENIS
My biggest regret in losing my scrapbook was losing all the great articles I had on Cheryl Miller. She was into all kinds of interesting activities and it was fun to learn about them. One of my favorite articles was the TV Guide feature in April of 1967.
Thanks to sites like eBay, I am beginning to restore these items to my collection.
Here is the complete article featured in TV Guide for the week of April 1-7, 1967:
The Lady and the Tiger
For Cheryl Miller this is just the beginning of togetherness on the ‘Daktari’ set
BV DWIGHT WHITNEY (TV Guide April 1-7, 1967)
We are in a sandy, wind-whipped arroyo in Soledad Canyon some 40 miles north of Los Angeles–and a hundred feet south of a plastic cornfield that is the only synthetic thing about the wild animal compound known as Africa, U.S.A. Up the line a ways Albert the elk is bellowing because he’s rutting, and Shanga the jaguar is crying because his pads are sore and he can’t be with the other animals until they heal. Shanga believes in Togetherness, and Togetherness is what it’s all about on the set of Daktari
Cheryl Miller, the beautiful 24-year-old lady star of this animal shebang, believes in Togetherness, too. She is the kind of girl who looks smashing at 6 o’clock in the morning in her form-fitting Levi’s and two suits of red thermal underwear. Right now she is nose-to-nose with a 425-pound Bengal tiger named Sarang, and not a cage in sight.
No guns, no whips, no chairs. Only love. Cheryl loves Sarang. Sarang loves Cheryl. They are the Garbo and Gilbert of the zoological set, Hollywood film-making division. They nuzzle. They cuddle. Sarang makes gurgling love sounds. Cheryl returns them in kind, whispering tigerish nothings–“love talk,” she calls it–into a hairy ear.
Suddenly the beast is licking her throat. The four trainers in their jungle camouflage suits tense. She grabs the animal by the scruff of the neck. “Sarang, I love you, too.Now stop it!”
“OK, let hirn settle down,” commands director Paul Landres, an affable but businesslike gentleman with a wicker safari hat and a Mr. Magoo-like nose. “Let’s make a picture.”
Make a picture indeed! This place is alive with wild beasts! This is Africa, U.S.A., the creation of affection trainer Ralph Helfer and his movie-making partner and fellow animal-lover, Ivan” (Flipper) Tors; and there are 499 more of these loving creatures roaming the place practically at will! I mean like 30 lions, eight tigers, eight leopards, 28 bears, four jaguars, four hyenas, six mountain lions, six elephants, two rhinos, five hippos, eight ostriches, four giraffes, 40 baboons, eight chimps, 12 rattlesnakes, five pythons, five two sloths and a scorpion all of them, to hear Helfer tell it, as gentle as babies!
On the immediate set, however, we are exposed to only a modest cross section of Africa, U.S.A.’s wildlife. There is Sultan, Sarang’s 385-pound double, pacing on his chain leash. If he brushes an actor or a crewman they hardly seem to notice.There is the Daktari company’s ever-present light comedienne and farceur, Judy the chirnp, mugging shamelessly, mad because she isn’t in the scene. In the absence of Clarence the Cross-Eyed Lion, indisposed today, there is a full-grown African leopard named Yang beingchucked under the chin by Toni Helfer, Ralph’s attractive blonde wife. When the animal knocks over some photographic equipment, she bats him. “That’s a no-no!” she says.
In front of the camera, Sarang sits dog-fashion in the back of the “Wameru Study Center for Animal Behavior” jeep. Leaning against the vehicle, back to Sarang, is little Miss Got-guts herself. Cool? I mean this is nothing. Not for a girl who, since she first started making Daktari about a year ago, has rassled leopards (they’re the tricky ones), ridden a one-and-a-half ton white rhinoceros, wound a 5-foot African rock python around her neck, and allowed a scorpion to walk on her hand.
“Hi, Dad,” Miss Miller is saying breezily into a walkie-talkie as the cameras roll. “Yes, Sarang is fine, too. . . . You want me to photograph the mating processes of wart hogs? You gotta be kidding. . . .You’re not?” Sarang’s nose nuzzles the back of her neck. “Sometimes I wish I were a man. I might get some easy assignments.”
Throughout the scene the trainers wave, grimace and bark instructions from under the camera, behind the jeep or simply hidden in the foliage. “Hey, hey, hey, Sarang! … over here, boy. . . . Stay, Sarang.
Stay! . . . Settle down, boy. . . .” Sarang may be restless today but Miss Miller seems unperturbed. With her free hand she brushes him off as one might a fly. “. . . OK, Dad. Bye now …. You know, Sarang, I’ve got a feeling that—“
But the beast is not remembering what Helfer taught him in acting class. He is leaning forward affectionately, his weight inadvertently bending her 5-foot-7, 114-pound frame back over the jeep’s spare tire. Oh, this will kill ’em in Des Moines. The trainers jump in “for safety’s sake,” they explain later and extricate their lady star, who wipes a bit of slaver from her eye and flicks it on the ground daintily. “Cut!” yells Landres, disappointed that he couldn’t keep his cameras rolling longer .
Minutes later the scene is complete and Miss Miller is explaining how a girl gets to be Bernhardt to the Beasts. First of all she has to be born of solidly middle-class parents in the San Fernando Valley section of Los Angeles. Cheryl’s mother, then a housewife, now a travel agent, registered her pretty baby with the Screen Actors Guild at birth. The picture people came out to look at her while she was still in the hospital, succumbed immediately, and cast her as the infant in a Gary Cooper movie called “Casanova Brown.” She was all of four days old.
Even though she did what her studio biography optimistically describes as “over a hundred” movies in the next 20 years, and as many TV shows and commercials, Cheryl could hardly be described as gung ho for show biz. Not our Cheryl. She preferred the girls’ track teamand once ran the 50-yard dash in 6.5 seconds. She kept iguanas “for four or five years.” She was on intimate terms with hamsters, white rats, lizards, chameleons and a jar full of black widow spiders.
She had a sweet soprano voice, studied guitar and piano, and later harmony and composition at UCLA. She was very big in the church, and even after the late Walt Disney picked her up and made her a leading woman of sorts in a movie called “Monkey’s Uncle,” she could hardly wait to get back into the Christian Education department of the Bel-Air Presbyterian.
When Ivan Tors stole her for his movie version of Daktari called “Clarence, the Cross-Eyed Lion,” Disney was too polite to complain. Tors cast her, he says, “because she had the basic chemistry. You either like animals or you don’t.” When he asked her what her age was, she replied, “Do you want my agent’s version, or do you want the truth?” She told him the truth. She worked with Helfer and the beasts for four weeks before a camera ever turned. Helfer, a youngish-looking man with dedication written all over him, was to explain, “She wasn’t one of the sweaty-palmed ones. The animal knows. That girl is so good that she can do things with Sarang not even the trainers can do.”
As for Cheryl, she was already hip-deep in animal mystique. “Every animal has his own personality and his own ways,” she is saying. “Certain sounds, certain attitudes. We call this love talk. When I talk to Sarang this way, we get a better scene.
“An animal is like a person. You pay him a fantastic compliment and he’s 10 feet off the ground. But with an animal it can’t be false. That’s what Daktari is all about.”
That’s what Cheryl is all about. Acting? What is acting compared to the “experience” of working with the· beasts?” How many times in my lifetime,” she asks, “will I have such a unique opportunity?” She is constantly amazed at how many people visit the Daktari set without recognizing its subtler philosophical implications. “They draw me aside and say, ‘How can you stand working with these smelly animals?’ or ‘Tell me the truth, now, how many times have you been clawed or bitten?’ “To which I reply, ‘Oh, hundreds of times. Can’t you see the scars on my face?'”
Cheryl does not consider it extraordinary. She considers co-star Marshall Thompson the real magician with animals. “Marsh really does understand their ways,” she says.
Her long-term interests lie elsewhere. She flies jet airplanes. She horseback rides. She skis. She mountain climbs. She designs and makes her own clothes. She goes to flight school to study aerodynamics twice a week. She goes to French cooking class at UCLA twice a week.
She lives at home with her divorced mother and a Saluki dog named Sally, and keeps company with a neighbor’s son who is a lieutenant in the Air Force. When she ever sees them is the mystery. She arises at 4: 30 A.M. on working days, 6 A.M. on all others, often works a 13-hour day, and sometimes sleeps as much as six hours a night. “My 30-hour day,” she calls it. She has a brother who is a dentist, an estranged father who is an architect, and enough energy to move an army. If you need a Miss Christmas Seal or a marshall to decorate your parade, or a pretty fund-raiser for the Junior Foundation for the Blind, Cheryl is always available.
She even does some shopping. When she does, a peculiar thing happens. “If I wear my Levi’s I’m mobbed . Wear a dress and nobody even recognizes me.” Which, of course, is the price a girl has to pay for her Beastmanship.
But the beasts are calling now.The trainers are spraying Judy—aft—with nontoxic vegetable-dye spray, cosmetically preparing her for ·the scene. Sarang is pacing off-scene. Sultan stands by if Sarang should falter. The prop men are lighting the butane campfire and Landres is lining up his shot. They are bringing the beast in now. Some of the more skittish visitors move back uneasily. Us old Iron Nerves stay where we are. Really nothing to worry about. They’re just going to photograph Sarang and the lady sharing the same bedroll, that’s all.
Landres has the tape measure on the animal’s snout to determine the focus, and the lady has just placed her lovely blonde head on the animal’s rib cage. He stirs. “Now what’s frightened you?” she coos cajolingly. “The moon out there? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” as we fade out.
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Here is the actual article as it appeared in TV Guide:
Recently a reader (aptly named “Cheryl”) mentioned a German magazine article that appeared last year on Cheryl Miller. She graciously shared with us the article, a beautiful two-page spread. She writes, “The magazine is called Freizeit Revue and I believe that it is issue number 11 of 2012 which I think came out last March. I found it online while doing a search on Cheryl Miller after the Daktari season 1 came out and this was for sale on a German eBay-type site called hood.de so I bought it.”
The article is of course in German so I asked if she could send us a summary of the content. She did and I also translated it through Google Translate and added my own comments in the brackets.
Title: Daktari’s Paula is still entirely crazy about wild animals.
Page two, first paragraph talks about how Judy, the chimp was giving her a kiss on the mouth but suddenly a leopard which was supposed to go after the chimp went after her and knocked her to the ground. It took three men to get the leopard off. The men stared at her with shocked looks to see if she had any injuries.
Second paragraph – She only had a few bruises but the attack scared the pants off of her. Another time she had to wrestle a crocodile with a a rubber knife underwater. The croc’s mouth was wired shut and she had to do wrestle it three times which was not fun. (Note: this was for the episode “Terror in the Bush” which I wrote about in the last post. There is a picture of her wrestling with the crocodile.)
Third paragraph talks about how much Clarence liked her.
Fourth paragraph – Cheryl says her time on Daktari was wonderful compared to what came after, a soap opera and a couple of mediocre films. Eventually she gave up acting altogether. She had saved up enough money to start a family. She didn’t want her son and stepsons to think their mother was anything special. [She has a son Eric, 31, and two stepsons, Ronn, 45, and Rob, 43.]
Fifth paragraph – she didn’t have much luck with love. Her first marriage started to fall apart after two months and a second marriage only lasted a few years. Finally in 1987 she found the man of her dreams, Robert Kasselmann. They were married about 20 years. Seven years ago he died of a rare, incurable heart disease.
Last paragraph– talks about how she works for the diocese [Diocese of Tucson] with terminally ill children which she says is very hard, yet fulfilling. She has many friends with whom she goes to the theatre. Sports play a large role in her life as well. She participated in the senior Olympics (she and her group, the Pebblecreek Panthers took the silver in the Bocce). She shoots bow and arrow, swims and cross country skis. And there is still always the wild animals. The time she spent on Daktari seems like only yesterday.
Cheryl is featured in the Pepplecreek Press displaying her medal with her teammates.
My thanks again to “Cheryl” for all this wonderful information! It sounds like Cheryl Miller Kasselmann is leading a happy and fulfilling life.
Here is the spread. If you would like the full size scan of the article, email me at daktartvshow@gmail.com and I’ll send it to you.
Freizeit Revue March 2013, first pageFreizeit Revue article on Cheryl Miller, page 2
Freizeit Revue March 2013, first page
Freizeit Revue article on Cheryl Miller, page 2
Cheryl is featured in the Pepplecreek Press displaying her medal with her teammates.
Oh! And the magazine was on display in Barnes & Noble!
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