Joyce Roberts

Every day she would come in with her stage props, set them up and then drill us to death.  She always gave us hints, stressing the tense by an inflection.  When candies from Fiji arrived she made sure we good a good share.  And in her kitchen she would whip up Hindi food for us.  And what a beautiful laugh, complete with belly roll. I was lucky to spend a day with her wandering around Honolulu.

Letter from Joyce