Goldie Christopher Caufield
Obituary

Goldie Caufield, also known as Eugene Christopher Anderson, died of natural causes on May 31, 2025, in Los Angeles, California. He was born on July 6, 1969, in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Goldie was passionate about his relationship with God and found joy in music, writing, choreographing, and especially dance. He was a talented artist whose creativity took many forms. Goldie had a strong and sensitive personality. He loved to meet new people, especially well-known ones, and found excitement in the experiences life had to offer.

His love for the arts led him to the School for Creative and Performing Arts in Cincinnati, and later to Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater. Goldie danced on Broadway, appeared in films, and traveled the world—always seeking beauty and meaning in life’s journey.

Goldie was a devoted big brother—teaching etiquette and offering protection to his family. He often spoke about how God had made a way for him, and he cherished the ability to travel, to live in different places, and to pursue his dreams. He deeply loved his family and California, where he felt at home. To him, every day in California felt like a vacation, and it is where he wished to remain.

He is survived by his brothers Richard Tolbert, Alto Miles, and Ronnie Stallworth; his sisters Dionne Caulfield (of Baton Rouge), Sakinah Muhammad, Karima Fawrawe, Natasha Miles, Linda Miles, Veronica Stallworth, Stephanie Stallworth, Sationa LaCoste, Darchelle Tholmer, and Darnika Richards—all of New Orleans, Louisiana. He also leaves behind a large extended family, including many nieces, nephews, great-nieces, and great-nephews.

He was preceded in death by his mother Wanda Woodard, father Willis Caulfield, brother Willis Caulfield Jr., and nephews Nigel Tolbert, Archie Myre, Aaron J. Myre, and Joshua Brooks.

A memorial gathering will be held in Goldie’s hometown on July 6, 2025, from 2 to 6 p.m. at 3138 Durrell Ave, Cincinnati, OH 45207. The second half of the proceeding will be taking place in Los Angeles, California the ninth, where the releasing of his ashes at his favorite beach will take place among a few family members

 

Eve Remembering

By: Toni Morrison

I tore from a limb fruit that had lost its green.

My hands were warmed by the heat of an apple

Fire red and humming.

I bit sweet power to the core.

How can I say what it was like?

The taste! The taste undid my eyes

And led me far from the gardens planted for a child

To wildernesses deeper than any master’s call.

2

Now these cool hands guide what they once caressed;

Lips forget what they have kissed.

My eyes now pool their light

Better the summit to see.

3

I would do it all over again:

Be the harbor and set the sail,

Loose the breeze and harness the gale,

Cherish the harvest of what I have been.

Better the summit to scale.

Better the summit to be.

 

Psalms 27 of David. 

The Lord is my light and my salvation—
    whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
    of whom shall I be afraid?

When the wicked advance against me
    to devour me,
it is my enemies and my foes
    who will stumble and fall. 

Though an army besiege me,
    my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me,
    even then I will be confident. 

One thing I ask from the Lord,
    this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
    all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
    and to seek him in his temple.

For in the day of trouble
    he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent
    and set me high upon a rock.

Then my head will be exalted
    above the enemies who surround me;
at his sacred tent I will sacrifice with shouts of joy;
    I will sing and make music to the Lord.

Hear my voice when I call, Lord;
    be merciful to me and answer me.

My heart says of you, “Seek his face!”
    Your face, Lord, I will seek. 

Do not hide your face from me,
    do not turn your servant away in anger;
    you have been my helper.
Do not reject me or forsake me,
    God my Savior.

Though my father and mother forsake me,
    the Lord will receive me.

Teach me your way, Lord;
    lead me in a straight path
    because of my oppressors.

Do not turn me over to the desire of my foes,
    for false witnesses rise up against me,
    spouting malicious accusations.

I remain confident of this:
    I will see the goodness of the Lord
    in the land of the living. 

Wait for the Lord;
    be strong and take heart
    and wait for the Lord. Amen