October 29, 1966 Ours was a non-traditional Jewish wedding in Ron's rent-controlled [$112/month], one bedroom apartment on East 28th Street in Manhattan. Now our place since I'd moved in couple of months before from my studio, four blocks south. Families' disapproved "living together, not married." That would happen again but world was changing: it was our time.
October 29, 2016 Many moves later, two children, 4 grandchildren, we live in same town as daughter Rachel...Portland, Oregon. It's an entirely different universe for us--ethnically, intellectually. What works is closeness of our family, a few good friends, Portland Playhouse--a found jewel that began around time we arrived seven years ago. Both cook a great deal, enjoy abundant fresh produce, profusion of moderately-priced restaurants. Above Ron achieves first selfies as we prepare for evening in recycled garments, jewelry.
Boisterous evening at Sarretto's in northwest Portland. Everyone found something they liked; our ages ranged from 8 to 83. Favorite neighborhood; would have lived here, chose retirement community--made more sense in our seventies. Two very different gifts--from our friend Michael, report of New York Times article of an event on same day we were married. Speaks to our politics. From Rachel a delightful new pair of socks-- political too: I worry about and have written about the future of bees. I like lively socks; was wearing spiders.
In midst of dinner, phone rang with FaceTime call from son Nick in New York. I shared photo of his daughter, Roxie, in her spider outfit, at Halloween parade, photo he sent
earlier in the day. Technology, often feels beyond me but periodically redeems itself.
Not to forget, my celebratory outfit included favorite Hillary button on purse--always there ...2016 is her year too. Carrying more to give out...we are in the whatever-it-takes mode. And you?