In first person… Embarrassing fall at BBG doesnt block path to love

The date was April 8, 1964. I was president of San Francisco No. 1 BBGs. Our meeting place was the downstairs of a very old synagogue on Fourth Avenue between Geary Boulevard and Clement Street. This evening we welcomed in our new members and their families. My future husband, Gary, was the brother of one of our new members, Marlene. We were introduced, and when I got home that evening I was a little surprised that he called me because while I was trying to impress him I tripped and fell on my tush in front of everyone. Boy was I embarrassed! When I told my mother about Gary it turned out that she had dated Gary's uncle Morris years before and knew his whole family.

Our first date, April 10, was dinner at the Old Colony Restaurant on Geary and then to the movies to see "Lillies of the Field" and "The Great Escape." Gary escorted me to my senior prom in June. In November we became engaged and we were married on June 12, 1965 at Congregation Sherith Israel. We have raised three sons and are the very proud grandparents of four granddaughters and two grandsons. Because of my involvement in B'nai B'rith, I have met my soul mate and have been truly blessed for the past 38 years.