tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950819957332034128.post8100709624087879411..comments2023-12-29T05:57:45.229-08:00Comments on curb appeal in sleepy hollow : The Beatles (and me)Dorothy Handelmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08239408809296400921noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950819957332034128.post-4320219902386570892014-02-15T07:58:22.726-08:002014-02-15T07:58:22.726-08:00I remember this period in your life, Dorothy, as I...I remember this period in your life, Dorothy, as I was living in the attic, pregnant with Gilly at 20, with my husband Bob, your older brother. We were all in love with the Beatles, including your mother. From Ribber Soul to Sgt. Pepper, they defined our times, then exploded our times as the mid-Sixties propelled us into psychedelics and countercultural living and imagining both revolution and peace in the same breath. We may have been a bit naive, underestimating the powers-that-be. This year, I am remembering that radicalizing experience of being at the March on Washington for Civil Rights, hearing Martin Luther King deliver his I Have A Dream Speech. That night, we went to a Baptist church and heard Malcolm X speak, without a doubt the most stirring orator I have ever heard before or since. This week I will go to my grandchildren's school Malcolm X in Berkeley and tell the kids that I was there, that I was a different person from that day forward, that my life has been lived in support of those ideals, that I had come home. You were there too, Dorothy!destinykinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17190187808245334902noreply@blogger.com