Janet McMahan, Pianist, Entertainer, Friend, and More

Janet McMahan was at The Meadows, entertaining residents, staff, and visitors on Sunday. It was the first day of spring, and she made the massive grand piano sparkle and rock throughout the afternoon. Her daughter Anna sparkled, too, charming us all in this varied program of fiddle tunes, Broadway melodies, and Beatles oldies.

Anna is amazingly accomplished on the violin, star quality already. And she and Avery, who completed the group, also entertained us by singing a duet, to Janet's accompaniment, for a couple of numbers.

Among the highlights of the afternoon for me was the performance by Anna of her original composition, written for her father's birthday when she was fourteen, titled "Daddy's Valentine." This is an amazingly mature work, every bar of it enjoyable. I felt so privileged to hear it and enjoyed noticing the influence on it of both pop and classical styles.

And, as is her custom, Janet asked if there were any in the audience currently having a birthday. No takers, but it did offer all of us the opportunity to congratulate a 97-year-old lady in the audience, for whose birthday Janet had played earlier in the month.

At one resident's request for "something Irish," Janet gave us a beautiful rendition of "Danny Boy," with Anna improvising softly on the violin in the background.

Janet has had an outstanding professional career. Additionally, she and her family have been friends of my sister and her family for too many years to count. She reminisced directly to my nephew about the several Beatles songs that were part of the afternoon's program, including "I Wanna Hold Your Hand," and later,"Let It Be," which Avery sang, very touchingly. So I was moved to ask her for "Bridge Over Troubled Waters," after the program was formally concluded, and she immediately played it for me, in an interpretation that was by turns first rousing and then tender.

As it happens, the Beatles had taken America by storm just before the height of the country's involvement in the Vietnam War. Like many of my generation, I was rather shocked at first, both by their haircuts and their music. But I came to love especially those last two songs I've mentioned. They were often on the airwaves, the students at the school where I taught were frequently singing them and playing them, and they comforted me at a time when my son was far away in Korea, on the DMZ line.

Moon-Watching Sisters

Here's the nearly full moon on the morning of March 21, 2011, in Wharton, Texas, setting in the west just about sunrise. My sister made the photo and gave me permission to use it in my blog.



And here's that same moon, as it rose in Nashville, Tennessee, in a shot I took at about 9:30 p.m., March 20, 2011.



It looks as tiny in these photos, to me, as the little wildflowers that spring is bringing out under the trees in my yard.



Dandelion, March 21, 2011



Violet, March 21, 2011



Wild Strawberry, March 21, 2011