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For now I’ll not write a decade by decade walk through of Grace\u2019s marriage to me. But there is one period that is worth covering. In the late 60s and early 70s we went through a dance that led to our separation for a year. It’s an archetype of what many couples went through then. The male chauvinism I displayed forty years ago appears too often today, even in the Republicans’ policies on women’s role and freedoms. Grace’s journals from that time display a remarkable maturity.\u00a0 see next post<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Grace and I met in the Fall of 1955. I was a senior in anthropology and she was the department secretary. She was warm and open and had a lovely smile. I fell in love with her almost instantly. We went to see Mr. Hulot’s Holiday for a first date, enjoying Jacques Tati’s wry slapstick … Continue reading Grace and Ernest<\/span>