These are the things that I remember about Jackie. I recall that she loved the song "Scarlett Ribbons" and loathed the word "precious"; she called her hair "horse feathers" and laughed like a sailor...I remember her leaning into the radio in the car while the Mamas and the Papas crooned "California Dreamin'" instructing me to "Listen to that! Listen to that! Do you hear that? That is a BAD, BAD recording! They flattened the sound!" At which point she would stare out into a space somewhere beyond the wind shield listening; her head swaying in disappointment over the travesty of poor production values. Maybe hearing it like it was supposed to be heard. I yearned to be able to hear the music the way she heard it; understanding all the nuances of harmonics and tone.
And then there is the stuff of local legend: that all of her children were intellectually and musically gifted, hip and talented...she was (one of, or perhaps) the first woman to become a Barbershop quartet leader with the Barbershop Harmony Society by letting the male dominant organization assume "Jacki" was a man's name so she didn't have to be relegated to the Sweet Adeline's, which she was NOT interested in at the time, thank you very much. And, of course, one can ever forget all of that spaghetti she fed us, if you lived to be one hundred, you could never forget that much spaghetti...
I went to see Krista Detor tonight and when I was listening to the videos on her website prior to seeing her, I found the following. It so galvanized those years as I remember Jackie and the events of that time that I feel compelled to share it. They were the best of times and they were the worst of times because there was to much life to be seized; so much lift in our hearts.
Thank you, Jackie, for the rescue, of course...and making it a musical.