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
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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
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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.
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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
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> 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.
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> Love,
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