After a lengthy and bold struggle with pancreatic cancer, James has passed away. We have lost a brilliant colleague, scholar, actor, director, student, and kind friend. He loved Shakespeare, teaching, and all of his students. And he loved the barn at Winedale. This is a very sad time. Please keep Laurel in your thoughts and prayers.
Peace and love to every one of you.
Love,
Doc
Jim (Doc) Ayres
Professor Emeritus, The University of Texas
Founding Director, Shakespeare at Winedale and Camp Shakespeare
Director of Mission, Camp Shakespeare
Forwarding to this Anciano list the message I sent to the full community
Winedale list:
---------- Forwarded message ---------
From: Robert Matney <rmatney(a)gmail.com>
Date: Sun, Sep 17, 2023 at 6:23 PM
Subject: Re: James Loehlin
To: <shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com>
Hello All -
I grieve with you in community for the loss of the most generous and
complete person I’m like to ever know.
For our shared benefit and ease of review, and in particular for Laurel and
for James’ sister, consider dropping your images from this thread and any
others you wish to share into this shared drive:
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1gXm5Yf0qJKSS01CugxprHUruDgIraW8a
(Once we have had some time to collect, I’ll limit permissions to ensure it
stays to this original purpose. )
My best,
Robert Matney
Sent from Gmail Mobile
On Sun, Sep 17, 2023 at 5:53 PM <polybear(a)sdc.org> wrote:
> I haven't had the same good luck with tequila that you did, but then I
> also didn't have Claire as a ministering angel to make sure I was
> taking my medicine correctly. B)
>
> My memory of the Halley's jaunt was that we were in one car (mine),
> but here we get into "Rashomon" territory.
>
> Best wishes.
>
> John
> Quoting Clayton Stromberger <cstromberger(a)austin.utexas.edu>:
>
> > John –
> >
> > I love your poker story. James was a great poker player – I wish
> > I’d played more with him in recent years – and I remember an epic
> > game at Claire’s place in Lake Tahoe with David Ziegler, when James
> > had just left Stanford and I was joining him to make the drive to LA
> > to see Mark Bouler and Shari Gray and others living there then… I
> > was battling a cold and James and Zig insisted that “the tequila
> > cure” would knock it out. This involved shots of tequila after
> > every few hands. Claire, ever the healer, got me in a hot bath
> > with a cup of ginger tea first, and then I sat and played with a
> > wool cap on my head, sweating and knocking back tequila. I woke up
> > early the next morning to a summer sunrise and a gorgeous blue sky
> > and felt like a million bucks. It worked! We all sprang out of our
> > couches and beds and went dashing outside, glad and young, for a
> > hike up a nearby hill. So many moments like that with James. He
> > was the best travel companion you could ask for.
> >
> > And yes I recall the Halley’s jaunt – and especially that as we
> > gathered at my place in Austin to depart, I tried to get others
> > engaged in coming up with a special “Halley’s handshake” to
> > commemorate the occasion. It involved a kind of “swoosh” with your
> > hands as you shook and then pulled your hands away from each other
> > like the comet’s tail. James was the only person in the group who
> > lit up at this idea, so we did it a few times together with grins on
> > our faces, and then we all hopped in our cars and headed east toward
> > the Barn.
> >
> > And hell yes to mo ballads of James and to corridas without end.
> >
> > Love,
> >
> > cs
> >
> > From: shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com
> > <shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com> on behalf of
> > polybear(a)sdc.org <polybear(a)sdc.org>
> > Date: Saturday, September 16, 2023 at 5:09 PM
> > To: shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com
> > <shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com>
> > Cc: Shakespeare at Winedale 1970-2000 alums <
> winedale-l(a)lists.wikimedia.org>
> > Subject: Re: James Loehlin
> > Hello again.
> >
> > I'm reminded, Clayton, (often as it turns out, for multiple reasons)
> > of the time you, David Sharpe, James, and I drove out to the property
> > in front of the Barn to view Halley's comet in 1986 (sadly, a weak
> > apparition, but we did see it). I believe there was a gibbous moon
> > setting that night/morning, although it would have had to have been
> > like 3 a.m. But I remember the ghostly, skull like moon setting and
> > James' resonant pronunciation of the word 'gibbous'. Maybe I'm
> > conflating astronomical events. Wonderful experience.
> >
> > I also had a chance to confront James' competitive spirit, but not in
> > football (my lack of hand-eye coordination made me a poor player).
> > There was a poker game back in the early '90s at Kathy Blackbird's
> > place and James (in general, never one to brag) had nevertheless
> > boasted earlier in the evening that he always (I think he said
> > 'always') won on this side of the Atlantic and always lost on the the
> > other. Even his boasts had modest qualifications. I was losing, as
> > usual, but at the point where I was on the ropes, I was dealt a full
> > house, kings high. Naturally, if I was going to lose with that hand I
> > was going to go down in flames. No folding this time. And, sure enough
> > everyone else at the table capitulated...except Sir James. We just
> > kept raising each other, making the pot very lucrative. Eventually he
> > called me. Turns out, he had a full house. Queens high. I came out
> > ahead at the end of the evening, with James a close second. He played
> > for keeps, despite that magnanimous disposition of his.
> >
> > Last story/tribute. A little over ten years ago there was a reader's
> > theater presentation of "Much Ado About Nothing" here in Socorro. I
> > was assigned the role of Don Pedro. James' performance of that role
> > from '84 (as do all of his performances and readings) still haunted
> > me, so rather than try to bring my poor insights (if I had 'em) to the
> > role, I just channeled his voice, inflections, and sense of character
> > into it. Needless to say, it went well, thanks to the absent yet ever
> > present James Loehlin.
> >
> > I could go on, but there will be further opportunity for that. To
> > quote the Fool from "A Winter's Tale", 'We'll have mo' ballads anon.'
> > The Ballad of James Loehlin: never ending, like one of the corridas
> > sung on the border.
> >
> > Thank you all for sharing such precious memories.
> >
> > John
> >
> > Quoting Clayton Stromberger <cstromberger(a)austin.utexas.edu>:
> >
> >> Good morning everyone –
> >>
> >> I’ve been reading and re-reading these messages since they came in
> >> yesterday. They’re all wonderful and so true.
> >>
> >> Thank you, Doc, for your note yesterday morning. It was just
> >> perfect. I haven’t been able to find the words and I’m so grateful
> >> that you did.
> >>
> >> He loved all those things, and loved you and JoAnn too, very much.
> >> The times you guys were able to be together meant the world to him.
> >>
> >> I had such a strong feeling of a wave of both tears and love
> >> spreading out like a shock wave as the news spread yesterday. The
> >> wave of text messages, calls, emails, people checking on each other,
> >> holding each other, crying together, laughing together after crying
> >> – it was an overwhelming day. An awful and remarkable day. I think
> >> in the past 36 hours I’ve had several dozen of the most intense hugs
> >> of my life. And our love for James – and Laurel – was at the heart
> >> of it all.
> >>
> >> I keep thinking of Laertes and his speech of fire that “fain would
> >> blaze/ but that this folly douts it.” I can’t seem to get very far
> >> without melting in tears.
> >>
> >> John: Yes, we will never stop missing him. The world became a
> >> touch less fun, a touch less noble.
> >>
> >> Carl, you’re right, the love and light was shining from our friend
> >> every time you walked into his room in this final stretch of his
> >> journey home, whether it was at Seton or Christopher House, no
> >> matter how many tubes he had running in and out of him. When those
> >> blue eyes opened, he saw you, and smiled, and always asked, “How are
> >> you doing?” or “What have you been up to?” He chose to be fully
> >> present for as many moments as he could carve out in the past year
> >> and two months or so. On Wednesday, Polly and I sat with him and
> >> Laurel and their dear friend Kevin and “Jeopardy” was on. James was
> >> excited that the Final Jeopardy question topic was “Artists,” so he
> >> unmuted it. We all gave it our best shot. (Answer: “Who was
> >> Bartholdi?”)
> >>
> >> Chris: Yes, James was our elder at Winedale, and saved us many a
> >> time from wandering in utter confusion. He was my elder from the
> >> first moment we began working on 1.1 of “Merchant of Venice” forty
> >> years ago this past June, even though I was a world-weary senior and
> >> he was a skinny bright-eyed freshman. When he began speaking as
> >> Bassanio, we all went, “Whoa… Where did that voice come from?”
> >> Suddenly, Shakespearean verse was leaping off the page in all its
> >> richness and grace in a resonant baritone of complete authority. He
> >> already knew then more than I know now or will ever know about
> >> Shakespeare. He had the most gentle and subtle but authoritative
> >> way of correcting you if you mispronounced a word, or mis-scanned
> >> it. So many times I’ve called him over the years: “Hey in this
> >> play, this line, how do you say that word and what does it mean?”
> >> He always knew.
> >>
> >> Michael: Yes he was brilliant, and did understand people, in a very
> >> quiet way. He was deeply shy, so deeply shy that it was often
> >> misread for aloofness when we were young. But he was always
> >> listening, thinking, and had a true gift for appreciating others in
> >> a profound way. The delight he took in his friends and students and
> >> in all of Laurel’s friends and family and his sister Jenny and his
> >> dad John and mother Marge and all the people they knew and loved –
> >> it was inexhaustible.
> >>
> >> Lynn – yes, I’ve heard those two words, kind and gentle, so many
> >> times in the past day and a half. It was just in his marrow. Last
> >> night, I spent some time with a group of the summer class students,
> >> and one of them told me that he was so bereft when he heard the news
> >> that he ended up going to James’s office and sitting on the hallway
> >> floor there and just “saying what I had to say.” And he talked to
> >> James about everything but Shakespeare. “I wanted to talk about all
> >> those other things that he cared about and enjoyed… I would have
> >> loved the man even if he’d never been my teacher.” He allowed
> >> himself only a few words of Shakespeare: “We few, we happy few.”
> >> James’s favorite speech, and one that this student had asked James
> >> to perform last summer, in the midst of that dark time just after
> >> his diagnosis, as the chemo was just starting to take its toll.
> >> James of course stepped up and performed it in a way that no one
> >> else could. “What I’m taking away from all this is… to be kind,” he
> >> said. “Not kind in an effusive way, like some people are, but in a
> >> real and gentle way, like he was. He never said a bad thing about
> >> anyone.”
> >>
> >> Visiting the students, there was heartbreak, but also real joy.
> >> They can’t help but be happy when they get together. They had a
> >> great summer with James. Doc used to always tell us that a special
> >> part of the summer changed when the audiences arrived and the Barn
> >> filled with chairs, and that was the part of the summer they had
> >> with him, up until the chairs came in.
> >>
> >> Doc, the summer class students were very touched by the email you
> >> sent to them yesterday.
> >>
> >> Robin, I love the memory you just added to the thread. A gibbous
> >> moon! Yes, he always knew the damn word. Which meant he kicked our
> >> ass at Scrabble at Seton the few times I was able to play with him.
> >> He had the most elegant and beautiful way of pronouncing words too.
> >> He should have recorded a spoken version of the OED.
> >>
> >> Terry, James did indeed get to watch the Longhorns cream Alabama,
> >> with Laurel and a room full of friends and family, and it was
> >> glorious. He didn’t feel great that day but reveled in the victory
> >> and was excited for the season to come. Then the next day he had he
> >> and Laurel had their Cowboys swag on – jerseys with the number 1 on
> >> the front and “LOEHLIN” on the back, sent by a beloved former
> >> student whose dad runs the concessions at JerryWorld – and cheered
> >> on Dallas as it crushed New York. James did not like using
> >> competition in his teaching but when it came to football, look out –
> >> he got a fierce gleam in his eye when his team was going for a win.
> >> “That’s what I’m talking about!” he slowly hollered out as the
> >> ‘Pokes ran up the score on the hapless Giants. It was a hoot.
> >>
> >> Jenny – yes, brightness and serenity, that’s right.
> >>
> >> Mary, Bruce – yes, a blessing, and a lovely man. And Madge and
> >> David, beautifully said, especially what you wrote about Laurel.
> >> Laurel has been such an incredible guide to all of this through this
> >> experience, from her CaringBridge posts to her texts to her
> >> coordinating visitors to her gift to speaking her mind and openly
> >> sharing her emotions and her boundless love for James and all the
> >> students they care for so deeply. I’ve been in awe of her grit and
> >> courage from the beginning of all this last summer.
> >>
> >> Like Laertes I have a speech of fire that fain would blaze, but this
> >> folly douts it. I just wanted to get something down to say thanks
> >> to all of you for helping all of us as we grapple with this news and
> >> absorb it.
> >>
> >> I remember James giving me a note in ’84 about Orlando in 1.1 in my
> >> confrontation with Oliver: “Draw on up to your full height…” – I’d
> >> never heard anyone say anything like that before. It stuck with me.
> >> I hadn’t realized I wasn’t drawing on up to my full height. I’d
> >> been kinda slouching, hiding a bit, tentative. He was saying: Go
> >> for it. Stand up tall and go for it. He already knew how to do
> >> that and continued demonstrating for me how to do that for the next
> >> 40 years.
> >>
> >> I’m trying to do that today, my friend, but it’s hard. There will
> >> be a lot of things I’m doing for James from this moment forward.
> >> We’ll carry all of these wonderful qualities with us as best we can.
> >> Those blue eyes shining. A kind friend, as you said, Doc. Every
> >> single time you saw him, no matter how awful he felt in that
> >> hospital bed.
> >>
> >> He never complained once. I never heard a word of self-pity or
> >> anger or resentment. As that student said to me: I hope I can be
> >> that strong.
> >>
> >> We’ll watch the game tonight, and cheer on the team, for him. In my
> >> mind, that Tower will be orange for him. And we will continue to
> >> love Laurel, and support her, and to do what it takes to keep
> >> Shakespeare at Winedale going strong, because a part of James will
> >> always be out at that Barn and the meadows around it and under those
> >> pecans and outside the dorm where he taught the kids to sing, “A
> >> great while ago, the world begun, with a heigh ho, the wind and the
> >> rain…. But that’s all one, our play is done, and we’ll strive to
> >> please you every day…” And the woods around the Barn, where he and
> >> Laurel and the students ranged far and wide in their “peripatetic”
> >> performances. He gave that place and the students and the program
> >> his heart and soul every spring and summer. So he’ll always be out
> >> there with us.
> >>
> >> Love and really intense hugs to all of you –
> >>
> >> c
> >>
> >>
> >> PS. I took a lot of photos of James out at Winedale last spring and
> >> summer, looking to capture some moments, memories. I knew they’d be
> >> precious later. Last spring, when we were working on “Midummer” out
> >> there the second weekend, there was a lovely crescent moon – not
> >> gibbous – and James stopped our work on the play to suggest we go
> >> outside and look at it, since it was such a presence in the text.
> >> So he walked slowly down the road with his walking stick and pointed
> >> out how you could seen Venus, I think it was, “in her glimmering
> >> sphere,” and the moon, together. Ever the gentle teacher, sharing a
> >> deep appreciation.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> [A group of people standing in a field Description automatically
> generated]
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> From: shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com
> >> <shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com> on behalf of
> >> polybear(a)sdc.org <polybear(a)sdc.org>
> >> Date: Friday, September 15, 2023 at 11:16 PM
> >> To: shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com
> >> <shakespeare-at-winedale-email-list(a)googlegroups.com>
> >> Cc: Shakespeare at Winedale 1970-2000 alums <
> winedale-l(a)lists.wikimedia.org>
> >> Subject: Re: James Loehlin
> >> Thank you, Doc, for these beautiful, sad, and accurate words. I can't
> >> add any better words than those expressed by you and my associates.
> >> All I can say is the obvious, that I already miss and will always miss
> >> James.
> >>
> >> Love to you all.
> >>
> >> John
> >>
> >> Quoting James Ayres <jayres(a)cvctx.com>:
> >>
> >>> After a lengthy and bold struggle with pancreatic cancer, James has
> >>> passed away. We have lost a brilliant colleague, scholar, actor,
> >>> director, student, and kind friend. He loved Shakespeare, teaching,
> >>> and all of his students. And he loved the barn at Winedale. This is
> >>> a very sad time. Please keep Laurel in your thoughts and prayers.
> >>>
> >>> Peace and love to every one of you.
> >>>
> >>> Love,
> >>>
> >>> Doc
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>> Jim (Doc) Ayres
> >>> Professor Emeritus, The University of Texas
> >>> Founding Director, Shakespeare at Winedale and Camp Shakespeare
> >>> Director of Mission, Camp Shakespeare
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
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The Twitter account @TracesofTexas posts stuff about Texas
history/geography/culture, etc. After Jimmy Buffett's too-soon death a few
days ago, @TracesofTexas posted this account of Buffett's explaining how,
"after visiting a Mexican restaurant on Anderson Lane in Austin, Texas, and
then retreating to a friend's house in Northwest Hills," he wrote the
beginnings of "Margaritaville" (finishing the song later in Key West).
I like the story (reproduced in the screenshot appended to this email and
also reachable at on Twitter at
https://twitter.com/TracesofTexas/status/1698012922302062839?s=20).
I know where my lost shakers of salt are (hence: not lost). But I can't
quite remember the names of the Mexican restaurants on Anderson Lane back
in the mid-'70s, except to say that I'm pretty sure I ate at all of them at
some point, so likely ate at the restaurant in which Buffett found his
inspiration for the song.
Love,
Mike