JOAN LAPLANTE
I am sitting here crying at my computer.
Nancy and I were first year Bread Loafers together in the summer of 1966.
Having been a commuting college student, I was 21 years old, and this was my
first time away from home. I was apprehensive and insecure, and no one
helped me adjust more than tiny, brilliant, and witty Nancy Tennessee. Even
though we were both rookies, she eased into Bread Loaf culture, and I got to
tag along. I had my first glass of sherry under her guidance. She even
talked me into a two-person performance of a musical version of Hamlet-
Oklahamlet, which we put on in Jeanie Baker's room.
Nancy and I lost contact several times over the years, but I was thrilled to
get her always late and delightful Christmas cards. And when we got together
at Bread Loaf last year, it was as if we had never left. How I will cherish
those moments even more now.
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet Nancy, and flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest!
God bless,
Joan
