Saturday, January 30, 2021
Joan was my Friend. My Capital F friend. I have small f friends, but very few Capital F Friends. She shone with a rare beautiful light on all of us. I met her in church choir at Redeemer Lutheran, and spent the first couple years being afraid of her and her immense talent. Then we 'had' to work on a project together, and I fell completely in love with her; so did my husband Mike. We sang with her, we had her save us when we had wandered off into the wrong key. She brought me to Birmingham Village Players, a major part of my life. She brought me to The Birmingham Musicale, another major part of my life. But she never let me be overshadowed by her talents. Well, maybe when she and I started the Wing and a Prayer Players. I would rale on at the cast with notes and not give her a chance to speak. She'd quietly, then more loudly call my name, until I realized I had shut her out, and apologized. Then she'd look right at me and say, "That's once."
It happened more than once, and she always forgave me.
