{"id":872,"date":"2015-02-20T06:00:54","date_gmt":"2015-02-20T14:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jajance.com\/Blog\/?p=872"},"modified":"2015-02-19T20:21:04","modified_gmt":"2015-02-20T04:21:04","slug":"make-new-friends-but-keep-the-old","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jajance.com\/Blog\/2015\/02\/20\/make-new-friends-but-keep-the-old\/","title":{"rendered":"Make New Friends, but Keep the Old"},"content":{"rendered":"

When I became a Brownie, that was one of the first songs we learned. I was always fascinated by the fact that when that little ditty was sung as a round, it turned into three part harmony\u2014a lot like riding in the family car on those long road trips back and forth from Arizona to visit relatives in South Dakota.<\/span><\/p>\n

Make new friends but keep the old<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

One is silver and the other gold.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

My husband has teased me for close to thirty years about my inability to let go of friends. Sitting here, I can think of three friendships that ended, based on decisions made by the parties in question. If it were up to me, that wouldn\u2019t have happened. After I was televised walking in a Susan B. Anthony Parade in Tucson in the late sixties, a friend\u2014a fellow teacher on the reservation\u2014told me we weren\u2019t allowed to be friends any more because her husband disapproved of my politics. It turns out my \u201cpolitics\u201d are a lot more complicated than he ever could have imagined, but the friendship was over\u2014and I\u2019m still sorry!! Someone else got a divorce and told me that if I was her friend, I couldn\u2019t possibly remain friends with her former husband whom I had known long before they married. \u00a0Excuse me? \u00a0Friends don\u2019t dictate their friends’ friendships. But I\u2019m sorry about that one, too. \u00a0As for the third one? \u00a0I caught her in a lie and confronted her about it. End of story\u2014and do you now what? \u00a0I guess I\u2019m not sorry about that one.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wait a minute. \u00a0I\u2019m way off topic here. So back to the subject of friends. My best friend, from fourth grade on, was and is Pat McAdams Hall, a newly retired (happily so) kindergarten teacher who is currently freezing her tush off in a very chilly Florida. She\u2019s one of those friends who didn\u2019t get away.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bisbee in the Fifties was a quiet place without much going on during the summers. One of the ladies in our church, Mrs. Brinson, had a granddaughter who would come to Bisbee from Phoenix and stay with grandma during the summers. That\u2019s how Karen Lingol Griffiths came into my life. We met and spent many a long summer day on the floor in Mrs. Brinson\u2019s living room playing checkers, dominos, and Monopoly. \u00a0And, almost sixty years later, we\u2019re still friends, too.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then there was Harley Heitt. We were at Greenway School together back in the day when class pictures meant standing on three-tiered risers, generally in the space between the two doors to the school auditorium, with that year\u2019s pair of teachers stationed at each end like a pair of towering goal posts. If you were to look at any number of those succeeding years’ of pictures you would find me, usually with long braids, standing in the middle of the back row with Harley Heitt on one side and Mike Marusich on the other. Harley and I were pals in grade school and high school, too. Then, our junior year, he went away to the New Mexico Military Institute. \u00a0While he was there, we corresponded back and forth, and when it came time for me to go away to the University of Arizona, Harley was the one who gave me a ride to Tucson and dropped me and my goods off at Pima Hall, my dorm for the duration. Harley and his wife, Kerry, have homes in Chandler and Bellingham. So now Harley and Kerry and Bill and I are friends and also fellow snow-birds.<\/span><\/p>\n

Between those old days in Bisbee and now, a lot of time has passed. Then a few years ago, something astonishing happened in my life\u2014something Judy Busk, the girl in the middle of the back row, never could have imagined–I met and became friends with one of my singing idols, Janis Ian. \u00a0Her music sustained me through some very dark times in my life. \u00a0I know all the words from the various tracks that played, one after another, on the cassette player in my 1978 Cutlass Supreme Brougham. \u00a0Try thinking about listening to Ricky Nelson on your ancient transistor radio and imagining that you and Ricky would someday become friends. \u00a0Seems unlikely, but for me with Janis Ian, that\u2019s exactly what happened. \u00a0Through a mutual fan, Janis learned that I often ended my presentations by singing her song At Seventeen. \u00a0After one performance, she sent me an e-mail saying, \u201cHey, I heard you sing one of my songs,\u201d and that was the beginning of our friendship. \u00a0We were new friends maybe, in the beginning, but it\u2019s long enough ago now for that friendship to have turned from \u00a0silver into gold.<\/span><\/p>\n

Earlier this month, Janis let me know that she was coming to Phoenix to do an event at the Rhythm Room, and she offered me a set of comp tickets. \u00a0So I rounded up a group of people to go. \u00a0Karen and her friend Lucy\u2014formerly known as Lucille back in the day because Lucy is also someone from those old days in Bisbee as well as Harley and Kerry. \u00a0Just to be fair, we invited a new friend\u2014Denise, a widow, who brought a relatively recent boyfriend into the mix. \u00a0(Brave guy!) \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

So that\u2019s what we did yesterday\u2014Bill and I drove to Phoenix for the concert. \u00a0We had planned to go a day early and have dinner the night before with Janis and her tour manager. \u00a0That fell through when all the flights from Nashville were canceled that day due to cold weather. \u00a0They managed to make it into Phoenix just in time to do the sound check without a moment to spare. \u00a0In the meantime, Bill\u2019s and my travel arrangements also went awry when the hotel in which we had a reservation had computer issues. \u00a0\u00a0They took our credit card information and ID and said they\u2019d call when our room was ready. \u00a0They finally called at 7:30. \u00a0By then we had canceled our reservation\u2014the hotel’s computer still couldn\u2019t figure it out\u2014and we had decided to drive home after the concert. Which we did.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve known Janis for years, but last night was the first time I attended one of her public concerts, and I was impressed. Even though she\u2019d been up for right at 24 hours straight by then, she put on a show\u2014an engaging show in which she interacted easily with the audience\u2014all the while making us laugh and cry. The song she sang about wanting to hear her mother\u2019s voice again, singing those old songs, made tears come for me and probably for many others as well. And her song\u2014I\u2019m Still Standing Here? \u00a0Yup. That\u2019s me, too. \u00a0She\u2019s still standing and singing at age sixty plus and I\u2019m still standing, singing, and WRITING at age seventy plus. Yes, we\u2019re both definitely still here!<\/span><\/p>\n

But the most surprising revelation of the evening for me came during her encore when Janis asked the audience to sing along with her favorite song–which turned out to be none other than “Over the Rainbow.” \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Many of you know that it was my second grade encounter with Frank Baum\u2019s Wizard of Oz books that first lit the fuse on my ambition to become a writer. And so it was interesting for me to learn that the theme song from the movie version of Frank Baum\u2019s book is Janis Ian\u2019s favorite song. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

During her presentation, Janis spoke about how, when she picked up her first guitar at age 10, she knew from that moment on that playing a guitar would be her passion, regardless of whether she\u2019d be able to make a living doing it. Last night as she played a guitar solo in the middle of one of her songs\u2014Bright Lights and Promises\u2014that fifty-plus year old passion was blazingly clear. She and her guitar became one. She was playing the guitar and the guitar was playing her. It was a partnership. It IS a partnership. Her father would have preferred that she play the piano. Her mother worried about her daughter living a musician\u2019s life and being on the road all the time. Her mother was worried for good reason. Going on tour in an icy February is nobody\u2019s idea of walk in the park! \u00a0(I remember being on tour in February and having events canceled due to an ice storm in Portland.) When she sang about wishing Mom and Pop could see her now, I related to that, too. My parents certainly didn\u2019t believe my becoming a writer with a couple of little kids in tow was a great idea.<\/span><\/p>\n

So Janis Ian and I have a lot in common. She is short; I am tall. She is gay; I am straight. She is Jewish; I\u2019m protestant. But we\u2019re both artists. We both love our fans. As we left the concert venue last night, she may have been beyond exhausted, but she was starting to sign autographs for a never-ending line of waiting people. We did not get in line. I already felt guilty about the applause that had summoned her back onstage for that encore.<\/span><\/p>\n

So last night was a night for mixing old and new friendships. As far as I\u2019m concerned, it was a HUGE success. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I hope my silver and gold friends all feel the same way.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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