During the writing of my book, Drag Me Out Like a Lady: An Activist’s Journey, I posted the draft of each chapter on this blog as I finished it. I did this in part so that if it should happen to not get published, there would be at least the draft of it online. I also did it because it was both fun and enlightening to add links and images. Now that the book is available, I have removed the text from those entries but left the links and the images to assist any of my readers of the book who might wish to engage in further research. I also did that because images are fun and there is a limit to how many images can be included in a book, as well as a higher standard of quality that does not apply to a blog.During the writing of my book, Drag Me Out Like a Lady: An Activist’s Journey, I posted the draft of each chapter on this blog as I finished it. I did this in part so that if it should happen to not get published, there would be at least the draft of it online. I also did it because it was both fun and enlightening to add links and images. Now that the book is available, I have removed the text from those entries but left the links and the images to assist any of my readers of the book who might wish to engage in further research. I also did that because images are fun and there is a limit to how many images can be included in a book, as well as a higher standard of quality that does not apply to a blog.
Entertaining my mother’s Sunday School class at the wedding shower they threw for me in Lakeland, 1962. This is my $6 Sears and Roebuck guitar, purchased in Tally in 1961.
A matchbook from Sindy’s Restaurant, where I worked in Atlantic City in 1961 and met my future husband, Mike Samuels.
Mike, shortly after our move to Philly. He grew the beard to please me, thereby surely shocking his former fraternity brothers and the other students at the Wharton School of Business.
Painting of Jimmy’s Hurricane Restaurant by local Miami artist, Larry Johnston. The historical time indicated by the cars is slightly earlier than when I worked there in 1961.
This professional photo of my wedding reception in Lakeland always amused the hell out of me because of the expressions on the guests pictured, my parent’s next door neighbors, whose opinions my mother had clobbered me over the head with for years, saying, “What will the neighbors think?” In later years, I could not resist making it into a cartoon.
Dancing the hora to the jukebox at my wedding to Mike. Left to right, Roy, Mike’s brother, me, Mike, my sister Audrey, my sister-in-law Rose. Bonnie is in the circle but out of the picture.
Shiva goyim Hieronymus Bosch mitzvah
My new, improved Cordoba guitar looked a lot like this. It was my go-to guitar until it got left out in the Humboldt County rain. Second Fret
Mike and I about to take a ride in a rented plane piloted by Mike’s cousin, Larry, who had just gotten his pilot’s license. Ten minutes after this picture was taken, I was both terrified and airsick and have never ridden in a plane with an amateur pilot since.
Roger, sans beard, visiting me with his concertina, decades after our fateful meeting in the movie line.
Downtown Oakland in the 1960s, when I wandered around at lunchtime after JFK’s assassination.
Temple Sinai in Oakland, California, possible the place where I attended a Kaddish service for JFK.
I am often contacted by persons wishing to interview me for oral histories of the 1960s because of my participation in the documentary film, “Berkeley in the Sixties.” 
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