Laughing with Liane

by Kristine Alles

A letter from Liane Harris
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I had a wonderful friendship with Liane. I remember it so well, I can see it.

It started during some trips from Redwood valley to church meetings in San Francisco. After the meetings, Liane would always buy a soda and we would begin joking around. I started calling her 7-Up – like the drink – and she called me the same. I had considered myself kind of a tomboy, and I was drawn to others who were too. She had a funny walk about her, and I liked that too. Plus, we both loved wearing blue overhauls and bandannas!

At some point she came to live at East House in Redwood Valley, and we shared a room ­– of course with others – but that really started us hanging out and carrying on! We had a record player in our room and we used to listen to The Average White Band and to Diamonds and Rust by Joan Baez, which Grace gave me.

I also remember driving her to town for a job she had at JC Penneys. We always had a great time in my car singing and joking. We had this ongoing conversation about our fathers being so cheap. It went like this: One of us would say, my dad gave me five bucks and said, here, go buy yourself a new coat! Then the other would come back with something more ridiculous. Then we would do some Marx Brothers jokes!

Each time I watch a Jonestown documentary on TV, I’m so happy to see her smiling face. I hold her very close in my heart and miss her dearly. Next to Marylou Clancey, Liane was my best friend.

Originally posted on July 25th, 2013.

Last modified on November 15th, 2013.
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