I came to know Joan when my father,
Jack Walls became a resident at the old Col. Belcher, and then at the new. I enjoyed many conversations with her on different topics, her dear little bird which she so enjoyed among them. She enjoyed every day with the same fervor that she rode her hallmark mobile cart(?) around. Dad passed at 87 too, in 2005, and I only saw Joan twice since, but have thought of her often. She and those men and women of the armed forces of that generation were forged into really special people with their shared experience; so it is especially difficult to lose them, as it can sometimes feel like they just don’t make them that way any more. I send my appreciative thoughts of Joan to her remaining family, and honor her good, long life.
