Kate Worley, RIP
Jun. 7th, 2004 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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markiv1111 posted the news to Minn-StF Natter that Kate Worley died yesterday. She'd been struggling with cancer for a few years, and the news back around Minicon time didn't sound at all good, so the surprise factor is missing, but the sadness is not.
I fell out of touch with Kate after she moved to Oklahoma and married Jim Vance. Sympathies to him, and to their children, Jacob and Sarah. I hadn't even been up on the recent news that she and Reed Waller had professionally reconciled and were working on finishing "Omaha the Cat Dancer."
I wish our paths had crossed more often, that there had been more music parties, more conventions where we caught up a bit on what we were each up to. I wish I'd met her family while she was alive. I wish cancer had never entered the story, let alone ended it.
"Gotta get out of the city sometimes
Get out of your job, and into your mind
Aren't you glad you came? I know I am.
With sparklers we can make it the 4th of July
It's as American as music and apple pie
Like eating homemade bread, spread with cinnamon jam."
That's the chorus of Cinnamon Jam, a song Kate wrote and that the Shakers recorded on their Omaha album. The band used to rehearse in my basement.
The days, they do pass. And, sometimes, we with them.
markiv1111 posted the news to Minn-StF Natter that Kate Worley died yesterday. She'd been struggling with cancer for a few years, and the news back around Minicon time didn't sound at all good, so the surprise factor is missing, but the sadness is not. I fell out of touch with Kate after she moved to Oklahoma and married Jim Vance. Sympathies to him, and to their children, Jacob and Sarah. I hadn't even been up on the recent news that she and Reed Waller had professionally reconciled and were working on finishing "Omaha the Cat Dancer."
I wish our paths had crossed more often, that there had been more music parties, more conventions where we caught up a bit on what we were each up to. I wish I'd met her family while she was alive. I wish cancer had never entered the story, let alone ended it.
"Gotta get out of the city sometimes
Get out of your job, and into your mind
Aren't you glad you came? I know I am.
With sparklers we can make it the 4th of July
It's as American as music and apple pie
Like eating homemade bread, spread with cinnamon jam."
That's the chorus of Cinnamon Jam, a song Kate wrote and that the Shakers recorded on their Omaha album. The band used to rehearse in my basement.
The days, they do pass. And, sometimes, we with them.
