A Truly Good Person

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Judy 2017

The first name on the birth certificate said “Barbara,” but her parents, Ida and Robert Blaisdell, always called her “Judy,” which made for an interesting beginning. Born and raised near San Francisco, California, Judy studied theater arts in college, and later found her way to New York City, where she enjoyed a career as a flight attendant and made weekly trips to Europe and beyond. She continued pursuing her interest in theater through acting classes at HB Studios, where she met her husband, Gil. Judy was a member of SAG-AFTRA and appeared in a number of television commercials and soap operas.

After living in New York City, Judy and Gil went to experience Paris for six months – repeating the line “We will always have Paris!” for the next 45 years after they relocated to Albany to raise their family. Judy’s artistic side continued to bloom through her drawing, watercolor painting, and acting in local theater productions. She later developed an interest in writing, and participated in several writing groups where she developed her memoir, fiction, and poetry manuscripts and formed a cherished bond with her fellow writers and their work.

Judy and Gil greatly enjoyed their friendship with neighbors and treasured the familiarity of community spaces, including Judy’s special backyard garden in which she labored many happy hours nurturing plants and flowers.

Celebrating 49 years of marriage, Gil feels he has been privileged to know so well a truly good person- his wife and best friend, Judy.

Short But Sweet

Ken and I were fortunate to meet and get to know Judy through our children. We live in San Diego so the times we had together were visits and each one fairly brief.  BUT, they were long enough and eventful enough that we felt as though we got to know who she was and what she truly loved. She loved her children and Gil.  She loved play acting and enjoyed trying to get parts in movies.  She loved the outdoors and, especially, watching birds.  She loved her times in Maine.  She loved traveling, when she and Gil could manage to get away.  She was a wonderful host.  We celebrated one Thanksgiving together at their home that was delicious, as well as, having a warm family feel about it.  She was always a happy, positive person.  We were lucky to have known her and the wonderful memory of her still lives within us.

– Maile and Ken Busby

Judy

Judy was a delightful person and I am so happy that she was my friend.  We met at a La Leche meeting in 1972 when our  babies were just beginning.   We  enjoyed each other’s company and were delighted to have a friend who also had a little girl.

We were friends for a few years even with all our moves. During this time we
kept up by writing letters and exchanging Xmas cards.   We had the pleasure of
visiting Judy and Gil a few years ago with our now grown daughters,  Anne and Sarah.  Sarah and Jenna were friends and delighted in playing with each other. We were so glad to have them play and to enjoy each other’s company.

I loved to spent time with Judy and she was so enjoyable to be around.

– Celia and Charles Evans

Judy’s Garden

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Judy’s Garden

It’s been about 25 years since we were all together, but one of the best moments after the long dark winter was to sit in Judy’s garden and enjoy its beauty – and the animal family that Judy adopted.

– Eli and Hazel Bensky

Neighbors

fiverivers-walking

I visited with your mom and dad shortly before her surgery. She was both optimistic and determined to find a way to extend her life.

I would often see your mom and dad walking through our wonderful neighborhood, happy as newlyweds, and crave to experience that kind of relationship once again.

Your mom was the most nonjudgmental person that I ever meet and was glad I had an opportunity to share many conversations with her.

– Laura Marro

Put it on pause.

While we were driving in the car and I was rambling on about some semi erudite subject, Judy told me to “put it on pause.

I thought this simple and direct command was so amusing.

And it speaks to how comfortable a friend for over 50 years (since Gil first introduced us back when) we had to have been!

– Tony Cutler

Unexpected

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Just an ordinary day
is what you expect

sometimes you are
given two.

You complain about
shoveling

boots and scarves
the truck’s frozen lock.

Then you hear a wail,
the kind when babes go missing.

It’s a wail in the woods
that stops the earth’s revolution

stills the sun and moon.
I hear the wail

you hear the wail, and know
that love as old as the forest

has been interrupted
as old as the hills and rocks

and then it snows.

– Mimi Moriarty

Judy’s Story

I have nothing but great memories of Judy and miss her. My story is actually Judy’s story she told me about her days as a flight attendant. She was flying back from Paris while off-duty when she was seated next to Malcom X. They struck up a nice conversation and later he came to visit her for tea or coffee in her NYC apartment. Again, they conversed and when he left Judy offered to walk Malcom downstairs to his car. X advised her not to do so. Since X was marked for assassination I think it was his way of keeping Judy out of harms way. Thank God for that; otherwise many of us might never have had the joy to know Mrs. S! I pray Judy is face-to-face with the Eternal Creator enlightening  Him as to what’s good theater and what isn’t. She was an excellent actress and a wonderful human being with a gentle, loving nature.

– Ed McMullen

Judy & Gil, Gil & Judy

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

That was Judy

Judy hiking

Everyone loved Judy.

Today I was in Memoir class, sitting next to a man named Michael, and he recalled being in “Our Town” with Judy. He remarked what a wonderfully comedic actress she was. He had no idea what had happened to her and was quite shocked.

Judy was such a “kid”.

I remember what a tour de force Judy had in her role in “Wit”, a one-woman show at Steamer Ten. She blew me away- as she did my students.  Such commitment to character.

One time I needed an actress to fill in for a rehearsal  for a play I wrote and Judy was right there. She read “Bettina” an Italian neighbor. Again, she simply could step into a role and be so convincing. I knew she was busy  with her acting and writing and I thanked her and she reminded me she needed to spend some time with Gil, too.

It was around Halloween last year that Judy appeared at Tony Pallone’s to do a reading of  MacBeth.  She looked so darling that day. I never knew for a second she was sick. She and I both played the witches. We sat huddled together under a lamp, concurring that we had the best rolls in the play. She always had this sense of immediacy when she performed. I treasure spending time with her that day.

She often would send me emails, just sort of intuitively. And they uplifted me. She appreciated the least little thing. I remember a piece she wrote about her decision to become a stewardess. She was acting on the advice of a professor, whom she looked on at the time as a father figure. It was mostly dialogue and so poignant.

She and Gil invited Jeff and myself for breakfast after she had become sick. But again, she was up and about and had this great sense of humor. I asked if we should bring bagels; Gil said “No”, but Judy said “I would like a bagel”.  So we brought her a sesame bagel and an “everything” bagel. She was doing drawing then. It was such a refreshing morning to be with her. She said she was walking every day, she and Gil.

She liked to walk.

We saw her again one Sunday. She and Gil were going out shopping. She looked so good- always so interested in everyone else. Very unselfish. And then before her birthday, (in December I believe it was), we stopped by. She had written some poems that she wanted to share. She was always creating.
And she always made you feel like you were the most important person in the world.

She was so proud of you, Jenna, and Aaron and the little one. She told me how you’d been to Tallinn, Estonia on an art residency, I think it was.

She and Gil did so many Shakespeare breakfasts. And she was so attentive. She knew exactly how I liked my tea. I’d walk in and before I knew it, there would be a cup of Earl Grey in my hand.

That was Judy.

Thanks for letting me share memories.  Judy is very missed.  This has helped.

Sincerely,
Sandi, Jeff too

Jets and Steel: A Song for my Mother

Judy flying with TWA airlines

She was born in California
Three years before the blitzkrieg burned
War came slow, but old enough to know
She was just five when her mama died

Her father worked hard, selling words
Typed and inked on post-war stock
Big bands blared and soon gave way
To beehives and rock ‘n’ roll

(Refrain)
And through the years, she grew and flew
East to west, Africa too
The clouds were blessed to pass her by
Jets and steel across the sky

When in Rome, smiles were true
To New York City, flight 801 flew
From Mecca to Kennedy
Brother Malcolm came for tea

Theater and 60s clothes
Vietnam, conscience exposed
She met a man in Shakespeare’s clothes
Left Manhattan and Parisian rose

50 years minus a few
A mother’s love, her babies two
Paint and prose, on stage she glowed
Buried tears, poetry flowed

She walked proud, frail her bones grew
Strong and bright, smiling for all
The words stopped…came back few but true

Three months gone, away she flew
Three months gone, away she flew

By Aaron Spevack

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