Judith Moore’s first memory is of her mother, Maidee, taking her to San Francisco for a peace march in 1950. They had to wear dresses and white gloves. Judith resented the dress, but agreed with her mother’s principles. “There I was at 5, already corrupted! I remember thinking these women were right,” Judith said in the Inverness . . .
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