Sunday, May 31, 2026

Sunday Morning

 

 


A photo of Mille et Une (1001), a tea room two street corners from our front door. The 13th century church bells are ringing. The church is where we turn the first corner.

After buying our freshly baked bread and veggies from the friendly green grocer and baker, we sit at 1001.

We are greeted by the owner. 

Normally I'd have tea, but it's hot so I select local apple juice. Rick sticks with his normal hot chocolate.  

There's breeze countering the heat. 

We people and puppy watch walking by.

My husband and I chat. 

True luxury is this. 

Happiness is this.

  

Saturday, May 30, 2026

Coat Hangers-A Death Becomes a Symbol

 

Joannie told about hearing her mother’s screams from the bedroom and

when she went in to help, she saw her father with his hands around her mother’s neck.

 

During the Vietnam War on 8 June 1972, an iconic photo was taken. It showed naked nine-year old Phan Thi Kim Phuc running away from napalm bombs.

A picture is worth a thousand words. The anti-abortion movement uses photos of fetuses to make the point that babies are being killed. 

Not used as often, but still seen on posters at pro-choice protests, is an equally discomforting if not shocking photo of Gerri Santoro on the floor, next to the bed in a Norwich, Connecticut, motel. She is naked, in the position of a frog, blood coming out of her vagina. Her head is turned to the right. Her right hand is covered with what might be a pair of underpants. Her purse is in the lower right-hand corner of the photo.

She is dead.

She bled to death after her boyfriend failed to abort her 8 June 1964. The medical examiner ruled her death was caused by an air embolism from an unskilled surgical procedure. 

Why Gerri Needed an Abortion

Gerri Santoro was 28, married, the mother of two daughters, Joannie and Judy.

She might have passed into oblivion if Ms. Magazine had not printed that photo in April 1973 along with a story about abortion. According to Roberta Brandes Gratz at Ms., they thought the woman was anonymous.

Leona, Gerri’s sister and a Ms. subscriber, recognized her sister. Her first reaction was horror at her sister’s exploitation.

Over the years her opinion changed.

In 1993 she participated in a pro-choice march carrying a sign with that photo and the words, “This was my sister.” Gerri’s photo, when she was a smiling, healthy woman, was on the other side of the sign.

Leona participated in a documentary called Leona’s Sister Gerri, made by Jane Gillooy (See my post in a few days) in 1995. Her daughters, brother and best friend, Joyce Garboni, also appeared.

Gerri was one of five girls in a 15-child family of Ukrainian descent. They lived on a Connecticut farm.

Leona described her sister as a kid who loved to climb trees. A brother remembered Gerri rushed through morning chores to be able to get to the bathroom first to have enough hot water.

Joyce Garboni was her best friend from the day they met on the school bus. During high school, they worked nights at a factory making condensers for radios, which gave Joyce enough money to buy a 1949 Dodge. The girls would cut classes and change in the car from the school dress code requiring skirts into jeans. Often, they went to the Windham Diner.

Joyce planned to marry in September, after graduation. Gerri kept saying that she would beat her friend to the altar even though she didn’t have a boyfriend.

Then Gerri met Sebastian (Sam) Santoro at a bus stop. They married 18 September 1954, one week before Joyce did.

The saying, “Marry in haste, repent in leisure,” applied to her marriage. What Gerri didn’t repent were her two daughters, Joannie and Judy.

Sam had been put in an orphanage along with his brother when his widowed mother could not cope with four children. His mother kept her daughters, which may have explained his treatment of women. The reason behind his actions did not make Gerri’s beatings any lighter. His daughters were not exempt: Joannie and Judy often had a belt applied to their behinds, far too much, according to Gerri’s brother.

Joyce told how negative Sam was about everything, liked by no one.

He worked in a meat room and was subject to terrible headaches, which Gerri used to explain his negative attitudes.

Sam believed if they moved to the better climate in California, it would help his headaches. Although Gerri was reluctant, she gave in, driving herself and her daughters across country after Sam had settled there. Joannie remembers how much fun her mother made the trip.

California did not improve her marital situation.

An Abused Wife Looks for Happiness

Joannie told about hearing her mother’s screams from the bedroom and when she went in to help, she saw her father with his hands around her mother’s neck. When Sam saw Joannie, he told her they were playing a game, an excuse that she heard more than once. Her mother seemed to go along with it, although Joannie wasn’t convinced.

Coming home from school in the spring of 1963, Joannie found their car packed. The two girls and Gerri returned to Connecticut without saying goodbye to their father.

This period was a happy time for Gerri’s daughters. Joanie remembers how much she loved the bedroom in her grandparents’ farm house where they lived without their father. She loved how her mother came in mornings and rolled up the shade, the flowers, the smell of the grass.

Judy’s memories of that time were how her mother always smelled of Juicy Fruit gum.

Gerri found work at the Mansfield Training School where she met Clyde Dixon. They became lovers.

Joyce said she understood why. He was everything Sam wasn’t, a talker, pleasant, except he was also married. 

Looking for an Abortion

Gerri found herself pregnant. She asked Joyce if her husband could get her some ergot, a fungus that grows on rye which had been used through the ages by midwives and doctors for abortions. She claimed it was for a friend.

Joyce believes that the ergot wasn’t for a pregnant “friend” but for Gerri. Over the next few weeks she debated confronting Gerri. The day she decided to do it, she went to Gerri’s house and found her friend not well. When Gerri told her that the “friend” was no longer pregnant, Joyce dropped the subject.

No one knows if Gerri was ill from the ergot or not. We know she did not abort the baby.

Time was running out. Sam had written a letter saying he was coming home and he wanted to take the girls to the beach for two weeks. Gerri expressed fear that if he found out she was pregnant by another man, he would kill her.

Clyde Dixon talked with Dr. Milton Morgan, who told him how to do an abortion and loaned Dixon the instruments. They decided that 8 June 1964 would be the day.

Joanie remembers her mother leaving that night. She begged to go with her. When her mother said “no” Joannie hid under a blanket in the backseat of the car. Her mother saw her and sent her back into the house.

No one knows where things went wrong. When did Dixon abandon Gerri? Was it when she started to bleed out of control? Was it after she died?

Leona, who had been at her brother’s that night, came home to be told that Gerri had called her and was crying, but said she would call back later.

She never did. 

The Children and Family Suffer Too

The girls remember being told that their mother had died in a car accident. Joannie said it didn’t make sense because the car was in perfect condition. The story changed to being hit while walking. Only later did they put it all together.

When the photo of Gerri on the floor of the hotel room became public, Joannie originally reacted negatively to the treatment of her “beautiful mom,” but later she became active in the pro-choice movement, marching in pro-choice events.v

Judy admits having an abortion as a teenager. She says she believes abortions are wrong and she will have to answer for what she did. At the same time, she is not willing to make the choice for any other woman.

The film shows Gerri as a loving mom. The girls talk about her always making their Halloween costumes. Joannie says she does the same thing today for her own children.

Clyde Dixon spent a year in prison and returned to his wife and family. He died in 1979. Sam Santoro died the year previous.

Note: This is a chapter from my non-fiction book Coat Hangers and Knitting Needles, about abortion before Roe v. Wade. Over the next few weeks, I will publish all the chapters. Borrow freely if it will help reinforce anything that allows women to control their own bodies, a right that is systematically being taken from American women. 

Dame Carcas is Calling

 


My first visit to Carcassonne was in the 1980s when I was researching Heretic and Lovers. Although the book won a prize for an unpublished novel, no publisher bought it. However, the section about Jacques Fournier, later Pope Benedict XII, found its way into my novel Murder in Paris

The area has been inhabited from Neolithic period through the Romans and served as a place for traders.

Sculpture of Dame Carcas at the city's entrance.

The myth was that the original fortified castle was occupied and ruled by Dame Carcas. When the city was under a long siege, people were starving. Carcas gathered all the grain she could find, fed the last pig and threw it off the castle walls.

Thinking that if the pig could eat well after such a long seige, the army gave up and left. Dame Carcas was so happy she rang the castle bells. The army head was told "Carcas Sonne," Carcas calls, and thus the city got its name. 

In the 1200s, the city was a Cathar stronghold.

Viollet-le-Duc redesigned the city but was much criticized for using slate tiles.

Today the city maintains both a medieval feel and that of a tourist center. 

I've visited with guests too many times to count, even staying at one of the ancient hotels. Always while there, I make sure I eat cassoulet. The recipe follows at the end of this blog.

Driving my daughter to the Toulouse Airport last week so she could get a last look before her next visit, we stopped at the Aire de Carcassonne. French autoroutes have wonderful rest stops. Some include cultural areas with poetry, tributes to artists of all disciplines, play and picnic areas and of course toilets. Some stops also have restaurants and stores to buy food and souvenirs.

We stopped for the view of the city across a large field. There were also many decorative tiles with historical information.

Cassoulet Recipe

IngredientsQuantity
Haricot beans1 pound
Pork shoulder or butt1.5 pounds, cut into pieces
Bacon4-6 slices
Sausages (e.g., Toulouse)2-3, sliced
Onion1, diced
Garlic4-5 cloves, minced
Carrot1, chopped
Diced tomatoes1 can (14 ounces)
Vegetable broth4 cups
Red wine1/4 cup
ThymeFresh, a few sprigs
ParsleyFresh, a few sprigs
Allspice1 teaspoon
Salt and pepper

To ta 

  • Set the oven to 250°F (120°C).
  • Simmer the haricot beans in water for 20 minutes-
  • Drain.
  • In a large bowl, toss the pork and bacon with allspice, salt, and pepper. Some cooks add lamb here.
  • In a Dutch oven, layer the beans, vegetable broth, diced tomatoes, onion, carrot, garlic, and the seasoned meats. Add thyme and parsley in a bundle for easy removal later.
  • Cover the pot.
  • Bake for 2 hours.
  • Stir in wine.
  • Uncover.
  • Bake for an additional hour until everything is tender. 
  • Dame Carcas, I'll be back soon for cassoulet. Maybe in the fall after tourist season.

    Friday, May 29, 2026

    House Calls

     


    As a child in Reading MA when I was sick, Dr. Halligan came to the house. He looked like an oversized leprechaun with thick glasses. He had a well-worn, black leather bag containing thermometer, stethoscope, and a black, rectangular case that zipped. Inside were tubes of little pills. One was baby blue, another soft beige.

    House calls ended when I was a teenager UNTIL I had breast cancer in Switzerland. A nurse came to my house each day to give me a shot at 16 CHF ($20) a visit payable on my insurance. 

    When I fell in Southern France and needed 9 stitches in my head, a nurse came to my house each day to clean them until they were removed.  

    When Rick was walking Sherlock one morning, he met a woman, a vet, whose practice was all house calls. She gave him her card.

    Sherlock has been having skin problems. He has had tummy problems for all his eight years. Although we love our French and Swiss vets we decided to give her a try.

    Today she arrived at our door and whisked out her computer and quickly gathered all the necessary information. She made friends with Sherlock, approved most of the Swiss/French vets' recommendations but also made a few adjustments while making suggestions we haven't tried. She will be back next week for follow-up.

    Will it work?

    Stay tuned. Film at 11. 

    Thursday, May 28, 2026

    I Was Wrong

     


    I don't want to read books written by a favorite author with some other writer. Sorta like having lunch with a best friend and have another person bust in and interrupt.

    Thus, when I started Mad Honey by Jodi Picoult, whom I adore as a writer, I was a chapter into it before I saw that Jennifer Finney Boylan was also a writer. By then I was hooked.

    The books I like best are those I live in. I've been a librarian at the American library in Paris in WWII. (I actually did a reading there, but right before Covid) I've eaten bread in Roman times, walked across the Pyrenees escaping the Nazis, lived in Palestine. In New Hampshire, I raised bees in Mad Honey.

    Besides the story and as a writer, I was intrigued in how the two writers worked together. They told me in the notes. Try as I might I couldn't figure out who typed the original words, corrected typos, rearranged sentences, added a detail.

    Several characters, flashbacks worked on two levels . . . for me as a reader while admiring them as writers, craftswomen.

    I want to fly to New Hampshire some day when I can reenter the United States, and sit down with the characters. I want to ask Olivia, Jordan, Asher, Ava what has happened to them since the book ended.

    It's 8:55. My husband is walking Sherlock the dog and buying fresh bread from the boulangerie. I'll shower, we'll have petite dejeuner before going to l'Hostalet for our morning tea and hot chocolate. We may see neighbors who will join us. This is not an interruption. 

    My husband and I need to get back to our writing at some point. Olivia, Jordan, Asher, Ava are still with me, a reminder that I was ever so wrong about jointly written books.

      


       

    Wednesday, May 27, 2026

    Free Write --The Wine/Champagne Glasses

     

    Rick's prompt was a photo of glasses. Champagne glasses? Wine glasses? Why a spot of light? What did they represent? 

    Rick's Free Write

    When the waiter set the two glasses on the table, there was a flash of light, the afternoon sun reflecting through the liquid. I took it as a sign that we had made a good choice to sit and chill under a thatched umbrella. Not because it was too hot. Indeed, it was just right, to channel Goldilocks. A respite from the weeks of borderline terrible weather. Wave after wave of rain and gloom and leaky skylights, followed by days of Tramontane winds, cold air rolling off the Pyrenees at highway speed-limit rates. It seemed winter would never end and we were already in May. This was the first day of decent temperatures, dry, only a slight breeze. The perfect time to re-start our personal café culture of people-watching.

    Turns out it was our one day of Spring, as the whole of Europe has now fast-forwarded into summer with record-high temperatures. Two weeks ago the forecast for the entire summer was for nothing more than 30C. Today 36 in the village, 39 for some places nearby (+100F). How could they get it so wrong?

    In the heat, the villagers shift from their normal turtle pace to snail. The heat saps the energy. Even the dog gets more lethargic, and he sleeps most of the day under cooler conditions. Maybe he’ll bark less. (And on cue, off he goes!)

    Julia's  Free Write

    Imagination can be a wonderful thing, but it can also be a terrible tribulation!

    There they were: at a crossroads.

    This summer, ok, late spring - but since the climate has gone bonkers it felt like mid-summer already – taking a “break from it all”.

    Life had been a bit rough lately and it was time to reflect, to look at the options, to discuss the future – or lack thereof – and to try and make some decisions.

    At this point, seated on a terrace, the story could go anywhere:

    y) a break-up of a friendship; an engagement; a marriage

    b) a celebration of any of the three above? As in the beginning of a friendship; a proposal of marriage; a wedding celebration

    c) simply two same-sex friends finally catching up

    d) two just-became-of-legal-age kids celebrating with their first out-in-the-open Prosecco?

    You can see a writer’s problem – too much imagination!

    And that with only the shadow of champagne glasses! 

    D-L's Free Write

    She filled his wine glass.

    She filled her glass.

    They picked up their glasses. 

    Santé

    Cheers

    Good Health 

    They barely touched their glasses.

    He looked at her eyes. He saw whom he imagined long ago. What he had seen was there but wasn't,

    She imagined in his eyes what she had seen in him long ago, but now saw nothing like it.

    Neither were bad people.

    After five years they just wanted different things.

    What now? she asked.

    Call our lawyers, I guess.

    Sad.

    Rick's Free Write

    Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the airline industry  top stories . He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.  

    Visit D-L.'s website  https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased  at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504 

    Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/ 




    Sunday, May 24, 2026

    Coat Hangars & Knitting Needles

     More than one doctor, who went against the law, expressed the reason it would save the women from the back alley or a knitting needle which led to many women’s deaths, so the concept of saving the woman’s life was not a total falsehood.

    Miss Sherri on Romper Room had to go to Sweden to get a safe abortion. 

    The doctor in A Private Matter ,a 1992 movie about Sherri Finkbine Chessen’s) fight for a therapeutic abortion after taking Thalidomide, said his Arizona hospital performed around 300 abortions a year during the time when abortion was illegal. The alleged reasons were to save the life of the mother.

    The number shocked me: three hundred, one hospital, one city.

    Doctors found a way around the law to help women, claiming that the procedure would save the life of the mother. The woman needed to see a psychiatrist, certifying she wasn’t stable.

    I had friends who would take their daughters to a psychologist just in case they needed an abortion in the future. They would have a track record of psychological problems to increase the chances of being given a legal/safe abortion.

    More than one doctor, who went against the law, expressed the reason it would save the women from the back alley or a knitting needle which led to many women’s deaths, so the concept of saving the woman’s life was not a total falsehood.

    Thalidomide, Too Dangerous for Pregnant Women

    The German company Grünenthal Group developed Thalidomide and began marketing it under the brand Contergan in 1957. The drug was said to relieve insomnia, anxiety and gastritis. It was also effective against morning sickness. Because it was impossible to overdose, it was declared safe. Distillers, a United Kingdom company, manufactured and sold it under the name Distaval.

    Reports of nerve damage and malformed babies surfaced between 1959 and 1961, all of which were ignored by the companies making the drugs. According to estimates, some 10,000 babies were born deformed worldwide. Half are reported to have died.

    Two doctors—a Scott, Leslie Florence and an American, Frances Kelsey of the U.S. Food and Drug Administration—were first to sound the alarm. Florence was concerned about the damage and Kelsey because she was uncomfortable with the involved companies not mentioning potential nerve damage.

    The drug was withdrawn in 1961.

    A TV movie is not necessarily the most authoritative source for a book like this. Nonetheless, though the happy dinner scenes and backyard BBQs in the movie might not be exact, the damage from the drug and the difficulty Chessen had in getting the abortion were real.

    The major points in the movie were backed up by articles in newspapers and Chessen’s own testimony in documentaries such as From Danger to Dignity (https://vimeo.com/24810848.)

    Miss Sherri Caught in a Trap

    Sherri Finkbine Chessen was a busy mom with four children, the wife of a school teacher and the star of the local Romper Room on KPAZ, Channel 21, Phoenix, Arizona, where she was Miss Sherri to pre-school viewers and guests in the studio.

    She had trouble sleeping.

    Her husband, a teacher, while leading a school trip to England and the European continent, came across the drug Distaval and brought the pills back to the U.S., where it was unavailable. He wanted to help his wife get her needed sleep. Chessen took 36 of the tablets. At the time she was happily pregnant with her fifth child.

    In July 1962, Chessen became aware of the problems with the drug when she read about the effects in the newspaper. The headline read, “Woman Doctor Curbs Newborn Tragedies.”

    Her doctor recommended a therapeutic abortion after conferring with other doctors in the

    U.S. and Europe. Chessen was unsure at first, because she wanted the child, but photos of deformed babies convinced her.

    At the time, abortion was illegal in all the states unless it was necessary to save the woman’s life. Her doctor had to diagnose her as a potential suicide and then Chessen had to convince a psychiatrist of her instability, so he could perform the abortion legally at the Good Samaritan Hospital. She succeeded in convincing the psychiatrist.

    The abortion was scheduled.

    Not wanting other women to take the drug if they came across it, she talked to the local newspaper, the Arizona Republic, several days before her scheduled operation. Reporter Julian DeVries broke the story 23 July 1962 under the headline, “Pill May Cost Woman Her Baby.”

    Chessen was supposed to be anonymous. It didn’t happen.

    The next day her doctor called to say the operation had been cancelled. Chessen thought she was unknown, but the news went out on the Associated Press wire. Calls had been made to the hospital from all over the world, including threats, and it caved to the pressure. One person tried to make a citizen’s arrest.

    Chessen was fired. Any woman getting an abortion was obviously unfit to stand before children after giving them milk and cookies and say, “God is great, God is good. Let us thank him for our food. Amen.” Even more, she certainly couldn’t teach them what was right to do and what was wrong.

    On 30 July, a judge decided that any doctor who performed the procedure could be charged criminally. When Chessen asked for immunity from prosecution if she obtained an abortion in Arizona, the Arizona Superior Court dismissed the case. Judge Yale McFate said there was no legal controversy and denied he had the authority to decide.

    She searched for a doctor in and outside the U.S. to legally proceed. Japan, which did allow abortions, refused her a visa.

    Sweden gave her the visa she needed: the Chessens flew there. After the abortion on 18 August 1962, the doctors reported that the fetus was deformed, lacking legs and an arm.

    On the couple’s return to the U.S., the press mobbed them as they walked down the plane’s stairs. “I don’t want to get back at anyone,” Chessen said at the time. “I just want to do what is best in our case.”

    There were death threats. The FBI was called in. The officers had to walk her children to school because there had been threats against the children’s safety. One person threatened to cut off the children’s arms and legs.

     

    Life After the Abortion

    Miss Sherri loved children. She had two more children before divorcing her husband. Adding six children belonging to her second husband created a large mixed family that outdid The Brady Bunch. She adores grandchildren.

    Her professional life has continued.

    • She did voice overs for cartoons.
    • From September-December 1970, she had a one-hour variety show on television in Phoenix.
    • She authored children’s books to address the issues of gun violence, sexual abuse, and bullying: The Gorp’s Gift,  The Gorp’s Secret, The Gorp’s Dream

    Chessen is still alive at 93. She has often been a spokeswoman for women's rights.

    The steps she had to go through to prevent the birth of a deformed child had it been able to survive would have had an incredibly limited life were horrifying. The couple knew what they were capable of doing and not doing in caring for a disabled child.

    What right did the state have to add to their pain?

    Note: this chapter is from D-L Nelsons Coat Hangers & Knitting Needles about abortion prior to Roe v. Wade.