I find it difficult to write just about Judy since she and Gil were always together when I knew them, and always dear, helpful, loving, gracious people. I met them through Theatre Voices, way back. My late husband, Jarka, directed the first reading production and many afterward, using both Gil and Judy several times. I worked with them both in readings and even directed one with them. All our associations were perfect. They were always a delight to be with and to work with.
But one incident stands out above all.
We were all in a reading at Steamer 10, and on the last evening of the production, I got stuck in the upstairs bathroom. I yelled and tried to get the door open and in doing so, I fell and hit my head against the brick wall.
The door was opened and there were Judy and Gil, helping me up, of course. They then noticed blood on my head and decided that I had to be taken to the ER at Albany Med, and of course, they would take me. They stayed with me there until the doctors decided it was not a concussion, (but I did get a couple of stitches) and that I should not be alone for the night. Judy and Gil had to get home, but not until they drove me to a friend nearby who agreed to come home and stay the night with me. Judy and Gil drove us and saw that we were safely ensconced in my house and, of course, the next day kept tabs on me to make sure I was still all right….which I was, but only because of them.
This just one of many memories. Such dear people. And yes, I still can’t think of Judy without Gil or visa versa.
They have my love forever.
– Grayce Burian