Joy came into my life over 40 years ago when she married my dad, Alex Sharp. They were married for 30 years until dad died at age 88.
We were immediately taken with this lovely lady with just a trace of a British accent. My mother and my wife Polly’s mother had passed away, and Joy became “our mom” for many years. We enjoyed and loved her as our own and she did the same.
She introduced us to English culture, and foods such as trifle, Yorkshire pudding, and she loved her fish and chips! We shared chicken fried steak and Tex- mex with her. She introduced us to “crackers” at Christmas, and we have many memories of those crazy paper hats they contained.
We marveled at her life story of her family’s bakery in London and the bombings in WWII. She was a teenager and was sent to the Cotswalds in the country to stay with family until the war ended.
Joy and the Street family immigrated to America in 1961, and by coincidence she attended the Central High School Daze
Performance my senior year. We didn’t discover this until a conversation years later.
Joy and Dad were a great couple and he was an avid fisherman. To her credit, she jumped right in any became accomplished at the rod and reel. They were active in Square dancing and served as officers in Tulsa’s Pairs and Squares dance club. Joy was an accomplished seamstress and made many of the club’s dance clothes.
They loved to travel and became RVers, making trips to Alaska and all the western states. They toured the New England states during the beautiful fall foliage season, fished the Gulf of Mexico, and camped the Ozarks. To show dad her home country, they took an extended tour of England and visited Joy’s family. The Sharp family was originally from Tarbolten, Scotland, so they added that stop to their tour too.
Joy loved her family more than anything and was proud of the Streets and the Sharps! She cared, she gave love, and she was loved by her children, grandchildren, and great grand children.
Glenn Sharp