While performing in Denver, Van Ark met actress Julie Harris while interviewing her for a local newspaper, and the actress persuaded her to study acting and drama at the Yale Drama School.
As a result, Van Ark became the youngest student ever to receive a scholarship to the well-respected school and the second woman ever to enroll. The first woman was Julie Harris, who helped Van Ark into the school.
“She wrote to the dean and asked him to meet me. Long story short, my parents drove me to New Haven, Connecticut, to meet the dean, who gave me a scholarship,” she recalled.” It was meant to be.”
Valene Ewing on ‘Dallas’ and ‘Knots Landing’
Van Ark began her professional career at the Minneapolis Guthrie Theater, where she starred in The Miser by Moliere. After working about a year at the Arena Stage in Washington DC, she moved down to work with the national touring company Barefoot in the Park in 1963, which led to her Broadway debut. In 1971, she was nominated for the Tony Award for Best Featured Actress in a Play after starring in The School for Wives.
At that point, Joan Van Ark had begun working in front of a screen rather than on stage. She appeared on television series including Temperature’s Rising, Spider-Woman, and Days of Our Lives and even in one episode of Bonanza.
Even though Joan Van Ark wasn’t short of jobs, she was still looking for her significant breakthrough role as the 1980s approached. In 1978, she made several appearances as Valene Ewing on Dallas – which led her to the role of a lifetime.
Knots Landing – a spinoff of Dallas – premiered in 1979, and Joan Van Ark reprised her role as Valene Ewing. She starred in 327 episodes – acting alongside Michele Lee as Karen and Ted Schakleford as Gary – and became a massive star.
Even though it was a spinoff of Dallas – about the rotten but wealthy Ewing Clan – it was initially brought to CBS years before.
However, the network wanted a “big rich family” show, and Dallas got picked as the one. But later on, Knots Landing became a massive success as the studio realized how big of a show Dallas had grown into, and after only one season, it rose into the top 20 in TV ratings.
How Joan Van Ark almost missed out on her biggest role
Knots Landing became the story of Gary Ewing and his wife Valene – played by Van Ark – and how they decided to start a new life in Knots Landing.
However, Van Ark almost missed out on the part of Valene Ewing. She explained that she had a “three-way clash” where she did The Love Boat simultaneously, as well as a commercial in New York.
In the end, it was her husband – John Marshall, who we will come back to in a minute – that persuaded her into choosing Dallas. And it was a significant – and important – decision.
“I got the call asking me to do a guest appearance in this show called Dallas, which was attracting a lot of buzz, but I said to my husband, ‘John, why should I even read this script? I can’t be in three places at once,’” she told Express. “Then he read it and said, ‘No, you’ve got to do it. It looks wonderful.’”
“So basically, he talked me into a schedule that had me in LA one day, then flying to Dallas for two days, followed by two days in New York and then back to Texas. But looking at this old cast photo from Knots Landing – the spinoff from Dallas – I’m so glad I listened to him,” she added.
Dallas and Knots Landing became a 15-year commitment for Van Ark, who became identified by her role. As earlier mentioned, she and Julie Harris had quite a history – and in 1980, they met again
“I could stay forever on the show and be safe”
Harris was cast in Knots Landing as the mother of Van Arks’ character, and for the actress, it was almost too good to be true.
“When the producers told me they had finally last someone to play my mother, I held my breath,” she recalled in a 1984 interview with Florida Today.
“I thought, ‘Oh my God, are they going to say Phyllis Diller or Zsa Zsa Gabor, or who?’ Then they said it was Julie Harris, and I went right through the roof. I couldn’t believe they had picked her to be my mother. They didn’t even know we were friends.”
Joan Van Ark stayed for 13 seasons and 327 episodes on the show. Then in 1993, just one season after she left, Knots Landing was canceled. But the reason for Joan leaving wasn’t that she didn’t like it. Instead, it was all about her trying on new challenges.“I could stay forever on the show and be safe,” Van Ark told the Los Angeles Times in 1992.
“But three years ago, I did Night of the Iguana in Williamstown (Mass.), and I had a quote from Tennessee Williams taped on my mirror, taken from an essay he’d written on success. It said, and I’m paraphrasing here: ‘Security is in the shape of a kidney-shaped pool in Los Angeles, where you sit waiting for your residual checks.’ I was in a comfortable spot on Knots, and an artist should not be comfortable.”
At the same time, the television series became a huge part of Van Ark’s life. So even though she felt comfortable leaving, it was a tough blow since she thought it would be easier.
Blamed herself for ‘Knots Landing’ cancelation
“I have loved more than life the 13 years I’ve had on that show,” she said. “[Knots Landing creator] David Jacobs is a great influence on my life, has taught me so much about so many things. Ted [Shackelford] is the other half of every breath I take on the show, and personally, he’s a large part of my heart. The people are my family–we have shared marriages, deaths, divorces. It’s far more difficult to leave than I thought.”
The show didn’t quite work without the great chemistry between characters Valen and Gary. In fact, Joan took the blame for the show being shut down.
“Well, it was my fault. I jumped over to NBC to do a pilot which did not sell,” she said. “I was so ready to go, after fourteen years with the one lady, so I auditioned for the pilot, and they cast me. It wasn’t as cleanly negotiated as it should have been. When the pilot didn’t sell, they asked me back, and I did do the four-hour finale of the show.”
Joan Van Ark left the soap opera business behind but continued to star in many television series. She had minor parts in television series, including Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and starred in some television movies. Between 2004 and 2005, Joan appeared as Gloria Fisher in 55 episodes of the hugely successful television drama The Young and The Restless.Joan Van Ark – marriage, husband, children
It’s common for celebrities in Hollywood to marry other celebrities, and show-biz marriages don’t always last very long.
But that wasn’t the case for Joan Van Ark, who met the love of her life back in high school. She met her husband, John Marshall, while the two were students in Boulder. In 1966, the couple married on a military base in Germany.
“Believe me, it was nothing like the marriages [Valene Ewing] has gone through,” she told UPI.
In 1969, they welcomed daughter Vanessa Marshall, who also chose a career in entertainment. She became a well-known voice-over artist and actually gave up on her on-camera acting career. Instead, Vanessa Marshall has lent her voice to animated films, television series, and several video games.
John Marshall went on to become an Emmy newsman, working on KNBC-TV and NBC. He’s had a flourishing career just as his wife Joan, and while the couple was working hard to make it in their respective fields, Vanessa was growing up.
For Van Ark, becoming a mother while trying to navigate through the business was tough. And she gives credit to her husband, John, for keeping the family together during those stressful years.
“He is the reason we have the most wonderful daughter in the world and that the marriage has stayed strong,” Van Ark told The Leader-Post in 1988. “I feel I am the committed person who can’t give up time for this or that.”
“He did not want to miss watching Venessa grow up, and he did not want to miss me,” she added. “He knows correspondents live out of suitcases. John made career choices I didn’t agree with because if it had been me, I would have packed my bags, and I would have been waiving at the airport.”Joan Van Ark – net worth
Besides her acting job, Joan Van Ark has a great interest in running. The 78-year-old has completed several marathons and explained she’s running instead of going to a psychologist. However, when it comes to her husband, she stated that she would never go on a run with him.
Why? Because “it’s the quickest way to a divorce that I know of. You’re always criticizing the other’s style,” Joan said.
In the last decade, Joan Van Ark has continued to work on stage in several productions for theater and starring in television series and movies such as Watercolor Postcards and Psycho Wedding Crasher. But she will always be most remembered for her magnificent spell on Dallas and Knots Landing.
According to Celebrity Net Worth, Joan Van Ark has a net worth of around $10 million.
I Picked Up an Old Man on a Lonely Winter Highway – Letting Him Stay the Night Changed My Life Forever
On a snowy Christmas Eve, I saw an old man trudging along the icy highway, clutching a battered suitcase. Against my better judgment, I stopped, and that single act of kindness led to a life-changing truth and an unexpected bond that would transform my family forever.
It was Christmas Eve, and the highway stretched out before me, cold and silent under the weight of snow. The trees on either side loomed dark, their branches heavy with frost.
A car driving at night | Source: Midjourney
All I could think about was getting home to my two little ones. They were staying with my parents while I wrapped up a work trip. It was my first big assignment since their father had walked out on us.
He left us for someone else, someone from his office. The thought of it still stung, but tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight was about my kids, their bright smiles, and the warmth of home.
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The road curved sharply, and that’s when I saw him. My headlights caught the figure of an old man walking on the shoulder of the highway. He was hunched over, carrying a battered suitcase, his steps slow and labored.
Snowflakes swirled around him, clinging to his thin coat. He reminded me of my grandpa, long gone but never forgotten.
An elderly man with a suitcase | Source: Midjourney
I pulled over, the tires crunching against the icy shoulder. For a moment, I just sat there, gripping the wheel, second-guessing myself. Was this safe? Every scary story I’d ever heard flashed through my mind. But then I opened the window and called out.
“Hey! Do you need help?”
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The man paused and turned toward me. His face was pale, his eyes sunken but kind. He shuffled closer to the car.
“Ma’am,” he rasped, his voice barely audible over the wind. “I’m trying to get to Milltown. My family… they’re waiting for me.”
“Milltown?” I asked, frowning. “That’s at least a day’s drive from here.”
He nodded slowly. “I know. But I gotta get there. It’s Christmas.”
A sad elderly man | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, glancing back at the empty highway. “You’ll freeze out here. Get in.”
“You sure?” His voice was cautious, almost wary.
“Yes, just get in. It’s too cold to argue.”
He climbed in slowly, clutching his suitcase like it was the most precious thing in the world.
A sad man in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“I’m Maria,” I said as I pulled back onto the road. “And you are?”
“Frank,” he replied.
Frank was quiet at first, staring out the window as snowflakes danced in the beam of the headlights. His coat was threadbare, his hands red from the cold. I turned up the heater.
A serious man in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Milltown’s a long way,” I said. “Do you really have family there?”
“I do,” he said, his voice soft. “My daughter and her kids. Haven’t seen ’em in years.”
“Why didn’t they come get you?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Frank’s lips tightened. “Life gets busy,” he said after a pause.
A serious woman driving a car | Source: Midjourney
I bit my lip, sensing I’d hit a nerve. “Milltown’s too far to reach tonight,” I said, trying to change the subject. “You’re welcome to stay at my place. My parents’ house. It’s warm, and my kids would love the company.”
He smiled faintly. “Thank you, Maria. That means a lot.”
A man with a faint smile in a car | Source: Midjourney
After that, we drove in silence, the hum of the heater filling the car. By the time we reached the house, snow was falling harder, covering the driveway in a thick white blanket. My parents greeted us at the door, their faces lined with concern but softened by the holiday spirit.
Frank stood in the entryway, clutching his suitcase tightly. “This is too kind,” he said.
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“Nonsense,” my mother said, brushing snow off his coat. “It’s Christmas Eve. No one should be out in the cold.”
“We’ve got a guest room ready,” my dad added, though his tone was cautious.
Frank nodded, his voice cracking as he whispered, “Thank you. Truly.”
A sweet elderly woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney
I led him to the guest room, my heart still wrestling with questions. Who was Frank, really? And what brought him to that lonely stretch of highway tonight? As I closed the door behind him, I resolved to find out. But for now, there was Christmas to celebrate. The answers could wait.
The next morning, the house was filled with the scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls. My kids, Emma and Jake, burst into the living room in their pajamas, their faces lit up with excitement.
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“Mom! Did Santa come?” Jake asked, his eyes darting to the stockings hung by the fireplace.
Frank shuffled in, looking more rested but still clutching that suitcase. The kids froze, staring at him.
“Who’s that?” Emma whispered.
“This is Frank,” I said. “He’s spending Christmas with us.”
Mother talking to her daughter on Christmas | Source: Midjourney
Frank smiled gently. “Merry Christmas, kids.”
“Merry Christmas,” they chorused, curiosity quickly replacing shyness.
As the morning unfolded, Frank warmed up, telling the kids stories about Christmases from his youth. They listened, wide-eyed, hanging on his every word. Tears welled up in his eyes when they handed him their crayon drawings of snowmen and Christmas trees.
“These are beautiful,” he said, his voice thick. “Thank you.”
A child’s drawing | Source: Midjourney
Emma tilted her head. “Why are you crying?”
Frank looked at me, took a deep breath, then back at the kids. “Because… I have to tell you something. I haven’t been honest.”
I tensed, unsure of what was coming.
“I don’t have a family in Milltown,” he said quietly. “They’re all gone now. I… I ran away from a nursing home. The staff there… they weren’t kind. I was scared to tell you. Scared you’d call the police and send me back.”
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The room fell silent. My heart ached at his words.
“Frank,” I said softly, “you don’t have to go back. We’ll figure this out together.”
My kids looked up at me, their innocent eyes wide with questions. My mother’s lips tightened, her expression unreadable, while my father leaned back in his chair, hands folded, as though trying to process what we’d just heard. “They mistreated you?” I asked finally, my voice trembling.
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Frank nodded, looking down at his hands. “The staff didn’t care. They’d leave us sitting in cold rooms, barely fed. I… I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out.”
Tears welled in his eyes, and I reached over, placing a hand on his. “You’re safe here, Frank,” I said firmly. “You’re not going back there.”
Frank looked at me, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
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“You don’t have to,” I said. “You’re part of this family now.”
From that moment on, Frank became one of us. He joined us for Christmas dinner, sitting at the table as though he’d been there all along. He shared life stories, from his days as a young man working odd jobs to his late wife, whose love for art had brightened their small home.
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The days that followed were filled with joy, but I couldn’t ignore the truth about the nursing home. The thought of others enduring what Frank had described gnawed at me. After the holidays, I sat him down.
“Frank, we need to do something about what happened to you,” I said.
He hesitated, looking away. “Maria, it’s in the past. I’m out now. That’s what matters.”
A man talking to a young woman | Source: Midjourney
“But what about the others still there?” I pressed. “They don’t have anyone to speak up for them. We can help.”
Together, we filed a formal complaint. The process was grueling, requiring endless paperwork and interviews. Frank relived painful memories, his voice shaking as he described the neglect and cruelty he’d endured.
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Weeks later, the investigation concluded. The authorities found evidence of widespread neglect and abuse at the facility. Several staff members were fired, and reforms were implemented to ensure the residents’ safety and dignity. When Frank received the news, his relief was palpable.
“You did it, Frank,” I said, hugging him. “You’ve helped so many people.”
A woman hugging an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
He smiled, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “We did it, Maria. I couldn’t have done this without you. But… I don’t know if I ever could go back there.” I smiled. “You don’t have to.”
Life settled into a new rhythm after that. Frank’s presence became a cornerstone of our household.
A happy elderly man | Source: Pexels
He filled a void none of us had realized existed. For my kids, he was the grandfather they’d never known, sharing wisdom and laughter in equal measure. And, for me, he was a reminder of the power of kindness and the unexpected ways life can bring people together.
One evening, as we sat by the fireplace, Frank excused himself and returned with his suitcase. He then pulled out a painting, carefully wrapped in cloth and plastic. It was a vibrant piece, alive with color and emotion.
A woman holding a small painting | Source: Freepik
“This,” he said, “belonged to my wife. She adored it. It’s by a renowned artist and… it’s worth quite a lot.”
I stared at him, stunned. “Frank, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he interrupted. “You’ve given me a family when I thought I’d never have one again. This painting can secure your children’s future. Please, take it.”
A shocked woman talking an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, overwhelmed by his generosity. But the earnestness in his eyes left no room for refusal. “Thank you, Frank,” I whispered, tears spilling over. “We’ll honor this gift.”
The painting did indeed change our lives. We sold it, the proceeds ensuring financial stability for my children and allowing us to expand our home. But more than that, Frank’s presence enriched our lives in ways no money ever could.
A happy grandfather with his grandchildren | Source: Freepik
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