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The fun and games in Chapter 4, specifically Mary’s excommunication, dates to the Second Vatican Council, commonly known as Vatican Two. Vatican Two ran from 1962 to 1965 and essentially involved modernizing the Catholic Church. More than a few conservative priests fought against said modernization; certainly, Father Sebastiani would have. Elements included increased religious freedom, improved relations with other religions, and that Mass could be done in languages other than Latin. Some priests to this day preach against it. (I almost walked out when a priest in 2000 called the Jews Christ-killers, a curse from the Second Century; I’m 1/8 Jewish and my entire family is of German descent.) Excommunication extends to all sacraments, including baptism, so Herschel would have been denied baptism.

On a more amusing note, my mother got married in 1952 in a beautiful white satin dress. She handed down the dress to my sister in 1990, who then handed it down to my youngest daughter in 2011. Both my sister and my daughter made some modifications (different trains, etc.) but looked spectacular and have still managed to stay married. Mom made it to 52 years before Dad died; my sister and daughter are still going strong. That’s a fantastic return on investment for a dress from 1952.

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Chapter 3’s title is basically what happens. Tommy & Mary continue to be romantically involved. It’s relatively simple. It’s not the longest chapter, but chapters don’t have equal lengths. You break them where they make sense. Enjoy!

To all those who purchased a copy of the new book, thank you! It is much appreciated. I hope you enjoyed it. I told my wife, and she has already spent it. Thanks.

Almost all of this story takes place in Saratoga County, NY. Compared to modern Saratoga, 1960s Saratoga is almost unrecognizable. In 1960, the population of the county was 89,096. In 2020, it was 235,509; it is the fastest growing county in the upstate area. In 1960, it was a quiet, rural county. Today it is a thriving high-tech area with lots of suburbs for workers in the Albany region. I lived in Ballston Spa in the 1980s and my son and his family live in Saratoga Springs now. It is yuppie heaven; my wife and I frequently laugh at them.

Many readers might not believe my depiction of a single mother in the early 1960s. All I can say is that it was a radically different time. In TV shows and movies, married couples had separate beds. The 1950s sitcom I Love Lucy was radically modern when Lucy was shown as pregnant; the only previous on-screen pregnancy was in the 1940s, when television ownership was very low.

The stigma I depict was quite real and quite common. Abortions were illegal, though ‘back alley’ abortions might be available, though extremely dangerous. Much more common was sending pregnant daughters off to distant relatives where they would live while hiding and then give the baby up for adoption. Raising a baby at home with your parents was an invitation to becoming a social pariah. If they were in school when they became pregnant, they were summarily kicked out as bad influences.

In the early 1960s, birth control was much more restricted. It was illegal for a doctor to write a prescription for women under the age of 21 without a parent’s consent. The Comstock Act prohibited advertising of birth control. Unmarried sex was illegal, so some states prohibited the sale of birth control (both the pill and condoms) to unmarried people. There are reports that some single women would borrow a wedding ring when they went to their doctor for birth control.

Here’s a little more history from the 1960s. Google ‘1960s car seats’ and see what they look like. Forget any padding or straps or seat belts. They consisted of a cheap metal frame that hung over the back of the front seat. Seat belts weren’t required until 1967. In the event of an accident, the baby and the seat would go flying into the windshield. Ouch! For another thing, baby strollers were nothing like what they are today. Nowadays they are folding multifunction seats with wheels. In the 1960s they were basically beds on bicycle tires.

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Lessons To Be Passed Along - Illustrated is my latest story. It’s a romance, with several different couples, but no swapping or swinging, or anything else all that outrageous. It takes place piecemeal over about sixty years. This is the third version of the story. First I wrote the X-rated version and then tamed it down to an R-rated version. Now, with the help of an artist, I’ve added over 70 illustrations to the X-rated version.

Special thanks to svtin for his MASSIVE contribution with pictures. He sent me a note saying "I've read several of your stories and really enjoyed them. I have an interesting idea: I can generate beautiful AI images to go with your stories (currently sensual and artistic, not fully NSFW, but very aesthetic and erotic). If you're interested, feel free to drop me an email and I’ll send you some samples of my work!" Well, that just sounded fascinating! We worked for many weeks on this, and I think the results are great! I hope you enjoy it.

I’ll be using my regular publishing schedule, which is a chapter on Tuesday and another on Friday. I’ll be finished in about two months. Enjoy!

This has been a fun story. Nothing all that socially uplifting or earthshaking. No, it was just a fun and sexy frolic that I hope you enjoyed. Let me know of any errors or typos. I’ll fix and then redo the published story as needed, within a week. Thanks!

Special thanks to svtin for his massive contribution with pictures. We worked several weeks on this, and I think the results are great! I hope you enjoy it.