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Skye in June Acts Out Calling Actors/Artist

My Hollywood (Los Angeles) book event for my novel,"The Skye in June" invites artist with themes of Scotland & San Francisco to display their art in theatre during one-day showing.  

Seeking actors to read excerpts from book in a word-for-word stage event please contact. Three roles need Glaswegian speakers. Other roles with younger females.

 

Sample chapter to left links - 'Wicked Behavior at Holy Savior.'

Producer- Magen Callaghan.

Contact me, the author, for more details  and for book theme see www.juneahern.com.

40 seat theatre.

1970's Moon Walk

The photo was taken right of the television set in my darkened living room in 1971. I have several photos of this historical event.

For years I really wasn't too sure if this was real or another government tall-tale and was like the 1950's Flash Gordon TV space program. Later, I decided it was true.

The early '70's was still basically trailing along the '60's hippy times. The world was rocking from social changes introduced the decade before: new consciousness of self-expression, expansion of religious beliefs (yoga and Buddhasim) and social changes, like couples living together and having children without marriage.Only the new decade had a hardness to it, no more Peace Man! Rather, the fight for change became grittier and intense as humanity forged on to new life styles. Like myself, the younger generation was not satisfied with government decisions demonstrate by marching and shouting our happiness. It seemed radical to some but to we who fought for the right to be heard, it was progress to a government of the people –– ha! so we thought.

The Vietnam war was coming to an end, so many of guys I knew came back addicts, withdrawn or some, in body bags. The family was especially relieved when my brother-in-law returned home after two tours.   He and my sister had five kids.

Drugs that once has been a fun rebellious show in the 60's were now producing serious problems in society.

Just a year before in 1970 a few months before my 20th birthday  I survived a serious car accident to emerge with deep long scars on my face and an ability to know things about people and situation psychically.

I felt like the men on the moon -- faced with a new life of mysterious unknowns into the realm of the psychic mind which inspired huge life transformations.  Fly me to the moon. I want to see for myself.

Growing up in San Francisco one of my most enjoyable trips was a day downtown shopping at Woolworth’s Department Store. The building was on Market Street and wrapped around and up Powell Street.  Woolworth was so memorable that I had to include it my book, The Skye in June. See an excerpt below.

The store was huge and filled with just about everything you'd ever want to find; clothing, beauty products, sewing goods,

inexpensive jewelry, so much stuff! 

Perfect store for Christmas shopping where my yearly savings would be spent carefully. I’d jump on the number 8 Castro bus at 19^th and Castro with usually a sister or two and head downtown for fun. We'd always dress nicely, good coat, dresses, sometimes gloves as was the way then when going downtown. My wallet would be filled my saved allowance or babysitting money. The first floor was tight to walk with aisles or counters and in the basement was Budgies, Canaries and gold fish –– gifts I bought at one time or another for family.  It took hours to shop. At the end of the shopping I’d go upstairs to the lunch counter –– always busy –– for a Patti-melt and milkshake or a burger and coke. Afterward, if there was time, we would take a cable car ride (no lines back then - just hop on.)

Read a chapter on links to the left, 'Wicked Behavior at Holy Savior'. To review info about my Hollywood book event at www.juneahern.com/calendar.

The grinding noise of the cable car’s brakes as it slowed to their stop was ear piercing. June stood and took hold of the metal pole. She swayed outward as she readied herself to jump from the platform when they reached the intersection of Powell at Market Streets. The thrill of hanging out of the cable car and the feel of the brisk wind against her face had charged her energy. She felt a sense of freedom. As they lurched to a stop, she hopped off and hollered to her mother, “Did you get a transfer?”Cathy nodded a “yes,” and gingerly stretched out a foot to get down from the cable car. June took hold of her hand to help her mother. Arm in arm, they walked over to the Woolworth’s department store on Market Street to look at the items for sale in the window.  June pointed to a pale-pink baby jacket and hat and said….