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Sandy Socolar was a loving family member and friend who lived a remarkable life spanning nearly 105 years. She inspired all the people around her with her lifelong commitment to working for a more just world. She made her mark developing innovative programs and serving as a dedicated advocate for child care excellence and access for New York City’s working families.  After working as a union organizer and then as a social worker for decades, Sandy found a new niche in advocacy late in life. In her “retirement,” she volunteered for 28 years as a child care policy analyst. She also co-chaired the child care committee of the citywide Welfare Reform Network.

On May 31, 1916, Sandy Socolar came into the world as Ethel Bliss Beach.  She spent most of her early years in Fuzhou, China, where her parents were Congregational missionaries. They had each received a master’s degree at Teachers College, Columbia University, and gone to China in the early 1900s to help set up schools and teach.  She was the middle sister of three sisters. (Her younger sister Betty grew up to be a pioneering biochemist.)

Sandy, along with her sisters, was home-schooled by her mother until 8th grade — and fondly remembered the opportunities with sister Betty to run around exploring the hillsides of the university where her parents worked. She then went off to boarding school at the Shanghai American School, where she won top honors, excelling in academics and in field hockey. She didn't want to leave China without more exposure to the country and its people, so she spent her first year of college at Yenching University in Beijing before returning to the U.S.

After a year at Oberlin College in Ohio, she transferred to Smith College in Massachusetts, where she earned a BA in psychology. In college, she picked up a clever nickname, something she had always wanted and that stuck with her for life — becoming "Sandy Beach."  Sandy moved to New York City in 1937 to enroll at Teachers College, planning to study elementary education, but then deciding instead to earn her master's degree in group work and worker education.

In a 2010 interview, Sandy described becoming influenced by and involved in the social movements of that period. "Japan was making war in China and Franco was making civil war in Spain and there was a lot of union activity here with sit-down strikes in General Motors…I had been concerned about all of these social things up at Smith and...I found people at Teachers College and at Columbia that were real interested and concerned." After grad school, she worked for the YWCA and, for a decade, mainly in New York City,  as a union organizer for the United Office and Professional Workers of America, CIO. Organizing a diverse array of workers for UOPWA, the nation's first white-collar union, she developed a reputation with management as a tough negotiator.

Making a big career change, in 1950 she went to the University of Chicago, where she earned an MSW in pediatric medical social work. There she met and married Sidney Socolar, Ph.D., a professor of physical sciences. They had a daughter, Debbie, and a son, Paul. In 1957, they made a big move: to Morningside Heights in New York City, where Sid worked at Columbia.

Sandy was hired as an assistant kindergarten teacher at her children’s school in 1960. That was the start of her 50-plus years of work in child care and early education, most of which focused on helping parents get good child care. In 1964, a small Upper West Side agency, Children’s Health Service, received a grant and hired her to set up the first family day care program in New York City. Designed for working mothers (in contrast to previous family child care programs designed for children needing protective or preventive services), her program set quality standards for family day care homes, and matched them with families needing child care. Through this work, she got to know many in the neighborhood; her children recall that a walk with Sandy on Columbus or Amsterdam Avenues would be interrupted by many warm greetings and conversations. For the next decade, she worked as a director in city-funded family child care programs.

Sandy became a diehard New Yorker, and dedicated to the city's children. When Sid's lab moved to the University of Miami in 1971, the couple decided they would keep their base in New York, with Sid commuting back every other weekend, so she could continue doing a type of pediatric social work not feasible in Florida. It was an early professional long-distance "commuter marriage."

In 1976, the Preschool Association of the West Side (PAWS) hired Sandy to develop a pioneering child care information service that assisted New York City parents in finding quality affordable child care. This was one of the first child care resource and referral services in the country.  She learned to use a personal computer and, with some technical help from Sid, she created the first computerized database of New York City child care centers and preschool programs. PAWS’ child care information service led to the founding of Child Care, Inc. in 1982 (later called the Center for Children's Initiatives), which became the largest and best-known of the city’s state-funded child care resource and referral services. She served there as director of the child care information service until her retirement in 1987. She earned their "Lifetime Children's Advocate Award" in 2009.

In her retirement, Sandy developed new skills and a focus on child care advocacy. She became proficient at preparing and presenting public testimony. Year after year, she testified at city and state public hearings on child care funding and subsidies, quality and regulations. She learned to use Excel and did detailed analyses of budget appropriations for child care and their impact in each City Council district — determined to find ways to make quality, affordable child care available to more families. She continue this involvement well into her 90s. Her advocacy work was featured in a New York Daily News profile in 2011.

Her retirement career also enabled Sandy to return to working with unions — District 65 UAW, TOP Local 2110 UAW, and DC 1707— this time on their members’ child care needs. Throughout these years, she continued doing research and working with other child care advocates to protect and strengthen New York City’s unique system of quality, publicly-funded child care.

Sandy's activist involvements weren't limited to child care. For example, she and Sid took Debbie and Paul to early demonstrations against the Vietnam War and to walk the picket line at a New York dime store chain in a civil rights protest. She served for a time on her local Health Systems Agency, a health care planning board. When fiscal crisis hit New York City in the mid-1970s, she joined the effort to prevent closings of public library branches and was part of a neighborhood group that sat in and slept in to keep the Columbia University branch of the library open. She and Sid were not afraid to engage in mass civil disobedience protests. They were arrested in the 1980s for a sit-in protesting the U.S. war in Central America and again in 1999, protesting the killing of Amadou Diallo by New York City police. She also had a keen eye for clear, accurate writing and volunteered for years as a proofreader for the Guardian newsweekly, the New York-focused journal City Limits, and the education newspaper Philadelphia Public School Notebook (a publication founded and edited by her son).

Sandy felt fortunate to have seen much of the world. Traveling to the U.S. from China in her youth, she twice made the journey by boat through the Red Sea to the Mediterranean —seeing the pyramids, Lebanon, the Bosphorus, and more. Sandy and Sid greatly enjoyed traveling in their senior years, occasionally with Elderhostel but most often with Sandy meticulously planning independent itineraries and activities in trips to Europe, Asia, Canada and the U.S. In 1981, Sandy made a treasured return to China, visiting several cities, including Fuzhou, where she had grown up, with the family, her sister Betty, and friends.

Although mostly homebound for the last decade of her life, and using a wheelchair since 2015, while struggling with failing eyesight, Sandy very rarely complained. She continued to follow the news avidly, with the help of friends and volunteers from the neighborhood organization Lifeforce in Later Years (LiLY), who came regularly to her apartment to read the New York Times to her. With loving care from Debbie, who moved back when Sandy began to need more help, Sandy was able to spend her final years at home, supported by a dedicated and caring team of home heath aides. Sandy was determined to live long enough to see Donald Trump voted out of office, and she cast one of the 81 million votes that contributed to that goal.

Increasingly limited in her last months, Sandy died at home of COVID-19 after a short illness. Sid had passed away in 2018. She is survived by her children, Debbie and Paul, daughter-in-law Sukey Blanc, and grandchildren Robin Socolar Blanc and Elena Socolar Blanc.

The family invites gifts in her memory to Community Change Action, which will be directed to their Childcare Changemakers campaign, or to Lifeforce in Later Years (LiLY) for their work with elders in New York City. Plans for a memorial are in process. 

Please feel free to leave a memory of Sandy in the Tribute section below.

                                                                                                      -Debbie and Paul Socolar
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022
I still think about Sandy sometimes, when I'm writing stories about policies that unfairly punish parents and children, especially low-income families. She is forever embedded in how I am as a journalist, and I am grateful for what she taught me and the time that I knew her.
February 15, 2022
February 15, 2022
The memories we made will never fade. Rest in continual peace with Sid Sandy! May you two always share an embrace, hugs and kisses.
February 21, 2021
February 21, 2021
It is difficult for me to write my feelings about Sandy. I first met her at her wedding to my cousin Sid. I was only 3 years old. So I’ve known her a long time, though my clear memories do not go back quite that far. I find myself unable to write about Sandy in the past tense, so I will not do so. Sandy is the most loving, warm, caring person I know right alongside my own mother (may she rest In peace). Sandy is wise, intelligent having an inquisitive mind always wanting to learn and always interested in learning about subjects that interest the people she meets and cares about. She is funny having a wonderful sense of humor, she is perseverant and does not give up when faced with adversity, she may modify her approach to solving a problem but will never give up fighting for a righteous cause and will find a way to solve that problem (whether it is fixing a computer or helping to attain fair treatment for childcare workers), she believes in people and works to bring out the best in them. She is my hero. She is love. She is the warm, caring hug we all need. I love and admire you, Sandy. My grandson will know you and you will know him. He will know and love you and Sid as I do and always will.
February 19, 2021
February 19, 2021
I met Sandy while I was a student at Columbia University. I was working part time, after school across the street, as a typist, at Huston's (not sure about the spelling) printing store. Sandy would come into the store to get reports and other work typed or printed for Child Care, Inc., (CCI) where she was a Director. She loved my work and asked me if I wanted to come work with her at CCI. I said yes and the rest is history. She introduced me to Sid her beloved husband with the "movie star voice" at one of the various lunches I had at their home. They were the first friends I made when I arrived in the United States and our friendships' longevity has remained steadfast all these years. I was their house sitter when they went away on vacation. I was also the beneficiary of a family keepsake - a piano that Sandy gave to me when I lived on Riverside Drive. I have spent many great times with them and witnessed their love for each other in full view. It was quite normal for them - and they were not shy to hold hands, hug and kiss each other. When this happened I always said I hoped I got to experience love like theirs. Sandy was very nurturing to me and always praised me. She often said that I should tell my Mom that she should be proud of me. She was special, a strong advocate for childrens' welfare and a no-nonsense fighter for justice, and an awesome friend. I shall miss her tremendously!
February 19, 2021
February 19, 2021
Although I only met Sandy briefly, I have long admired her as the amazing mother of my amazing aunt Debbie! I learned even more about her incredible life by reading this. It was an honor to have met her and I can only imagine the many, many lives that have been changed through her astounding body of work! Cheers to a life incredibly well-lived!
February 18, 2021
February 18, 2021
Sandy is--and we use the present tense since Sandy's work lives--can truly be described as one of NY's great Long Distance Runners, in the best sense of that term. A real social justice and equity force, informed and there for all communities, particularly those challenged to speak for themselves in our often not very just society, Sandy made it more just in her work and commitments. That Sandy also contributed her nature/nurture work to a terrific succeeding generation continuing to push back and push forward, is our current icing on the Socolar cake. Love to that next generation from us, --Jill/Jeff
February 18, 2021
February 18, 2021
My strongest memories of Sandy were when we were sitting across from each other at the table in Paul and Sukey's kitchen. It was clear that one of her gifts was her ability to listen-really listen.  Then when she shared her thoughts, whether it was related to my work or hers, I was aware we shared a common language and felt lucky to be in her presence.
February 18, 2021
February 18, 2021
I will never forget my first encounter with Sandy and the Socolar family, which served as a lifelong lesson in different family cultures and how we learn to blend, adapt, and change as our families mesh with new ones over the years.

I was an undergraduate at Barnard when Paul and Sukey first started dating, and so was invited over for dinner at 116th Street when they were visiting from Philadelphia. The Socolars were ordering takeout from Szechuan West. In the hunger-driven Blanc family, our mother would have likely made all of the food decisions in a flash second. In contrast, the Socolars perused the menu (which they already knew quite well) together, ITEM BY ITEM in a deliberative process which was slow and collaborative, carefully weighing the pros and cons of each dish. I remember Sandy looking at me kindly and saying "We like to take a Consumer Reports approach to ordering." 

To this day, I feel the Socolar-Blancs have a family culture which blends the slower deliberative process of the Socolars with the incisive action-oriented (some say impulsive) tendencies of Margolis-Blancs.

February 18, 2021
February 18, 2021
I'm SO deeply sorry for your loss! And thank you for this beautiful tribute, Paul and Debbie - it evokes her so vividly and informs us so richly about her amazing life and achievements. I'll always associate Sandy with MY mother, of course - such great women!! I'll be thinking of you, Paul, Sukey, Debbie, Robin and Elena, and trying to honor Sandy's extraordinary life and legacy!
February 17, 2021
February 17, 2021
Sandy and Sid were very dear friends of my parents, Barbara and Mitchell Dubow. Sid and Sandy lived in such a way as to make the world better for as many people as they could reach with their work, their kindness, and their generosity. Reading about Sandy's life made me smile with wonder at what one person can do to make a difference. Prayers and blessings to you, Debbie and Paul, and your families. All the love you have shared with your dear parents is with you forever.
February 17, 2021
February 17, 2021
I knew Sandy Socolar for almost my entire life, and more than half of hers. Her daughter Debbie and I were nursery school buddies and my parents and Debbie's quickly became friends. Even back then, in the 1950s, Sandy was very politically active and concerned about childcare issues. As a mother, she encouraged her children to read and explore ideas and activities on their own. Debbie and I often loved the same books and we would sometimes write and perform plays based on the stories. Sandy did everything possible to encourage us in these activities, as did my mother Martha. Our mothers seemed to know, perhaps instinctively, that children often learn best on their own, in unstructured situations. While many have attested to Sandy's impressive political accomplishments, I can attest to her success as a parent. Her two children, Debbie and Paul, learned from her example and became just as socially engaged and committed as she was. In them, as well as in her grandchildren, she leaves an impressive living legacy.  
February 17, 2021
February 17, 2021
Thank you Debbie and Paul for sharing this wonderful tribute about your mother. What a remarkable woman she was. She made a huge difference in so many lives and causes. 

Personally she meant a lot to me as I expressed to Paul last year. Sid and Sandy were long time friends of my parents, Mildred and Bob Resnick. I remember visiting the Socolar family in NYC (not our home city) many times as a child. When my late older sister Trudy was in the hospital for months at Columbia Presbyterian, my mother stayed in Sid and Sandy's apartment full time and my Dad on weekends. When my sister died of glioblastoma, Sandy made sure that she took care of me and my younger sister Gina. More recently, Gina, my husband Roger and I were so lucky to visit with Sid and Sandy and Debbie in NYC and then with Sandy and Debbie in June 2019. Even in her 100's she was so warm, kind, and interested in our lives and the lives of everyone in the world.

I will miss Sandy, but these memories of her will be with me forever.
February 17, 2021
February 17, 2021
I first met Sandy as a new journalist, when she explained to me, repeatedly and with unprecedented clarity, the complicated policy of city day care and what the city was hiding. When I went to meet her at a city council hearing, I looked everywhere for her, only to realize to my sincere (and perhaps ageist) surprise) that she was the 92-year-old woman sitting in the front row. Sandy's journey to policy expert inspired me as a working mom. Her indefatigable spirit pushed me to dig deeper when I wrote stories. Goodbye to an inspiring woman who had a profound and lasting impact on the world, and on my own journey for justice.
February 17, 2021
February 17, 2021
What an impressive person Mrs Socolar, as I always think of her, was. She was the assistant in my kindergarten class in 1960, apparently her first year in that position. I remember her as a kind, calm presence. Paul was a classmate. We reconnected many years later and I met Sandy again then, when she was in her 90s. It was an honor to know her. An incredible model for us all. And Debbie and Paul, what loving care you gave both of your parents.
February 16, 2021
February 16, 2021
So many streams of social justice running down from Sandy's life. One I know: UOPWA. Two decades after Sandy's work there, leftists in San Francisco built on the AFL knock-off of UOPWA (OPEIU) to organize the Univ. of San Francisco office workers. The USF faculty got the AFT in later after they found out that the reason they had a pay freeze while office workers were getting raises was that they had a union. Justice will long flow from Sandy's life.
February 16, 2021
February 16, 2021
Though from quite another branch of the Ward family, I have for a long time been aware of Sandy and interested in her from afar. I found the biography on this site to be a wonderful saga of her life and I greatly enjoyed the pictures. I very much join in admiration of her legacy and sympathy for family members who knew her so much better. Just the awareness of what she meant and did enriches my sense of life.
February 16, 2021
February 16, 2021
Many of my memories about Grandma Sandy involve food in one way or another. Time spent together in the kitchen was an opportunity for her to pass along her many "life hacks" (slicing green onions and freezing them on a baking sheet for storage is one I use to this day). She also took such pleasure in what she ate, from the ordinary to the lavish. and I am glad to have spent many long meals gathered around their dining room table.

Even though she was "retired" for most of my life, I knew her as incredibly dedicated to her work. She also was always deeply curious and caring. I'm glad to have gotten to spend a few dinners with her and Grandpa Sid while I was working and studying at Teachers College (making me at least the third generation in the family to attend) - she always was interested in hearing about what I was studying and working on, and cared genuinely about understanding my passions.

Even as I miss her, I feel so lucky to have had Sandy as a grandmother, to have felt her love for me in ways big and small, to have so many memories of her, and to know how many people she impacted.
February 16, 2021
February 16, 2021
Last night we had a small gathering of family and friends. Everyone's love for Sandy affirmed my own feelings. Each of us on the call talked about Sandy's warmth, her caring, and her firm belief that the world can be a better place for all. (And her love for Sid and also for chocolate, salt, and rare steak). 

This conversation also generated a few new insights for me about Sandy. Up through her 100s, Sandy regularly asked detailed questions about my many research projects, as well as about the doings of various family members and friends. As I learned last night, I am not the only one who felt the power of Sandy's memory and attention to the details of our lives - everyone on the call had the same experience.

The other insight I had was about Sandy's sense of herself. Paul shared a few quotes from a biography of Sandy written by a longtime neighbor across the hall in their apartment building on 116th Street. The bio was an assignment for a course on human development. Looking over Paul's shoulder, I saw the words "developing a sense of agency." This is also part of what made Sandy so special. She was not saccharine or falsely optimistic. But she was a tenacious problem-solver who did not give in or give up.

Caring for others. A sense of agency. Sandy and Sid passed these on to Debbie and Paul...and to my daughters. I am very fortunate that I have been part of this family for more than 40 years. Sandy, you will be missed. Your spirit remains with us.  
February 16, 2021
February 16, 2021
   Thank you, Debbie and Paul, for putting together such a beautiful tribute for Sandy. Although I've known the grand contours of her very full life, I learned so much more by reading the many details .I poured over your lovingly chosen photos. Her legacy lives on, not just through the love and memories of her family but also through the lives of countless people she touched through her lifetime of organizing, activism and advocacy. 

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May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022
I still think about Sandy sometimes, when I'm writing stories about policies that unfairly punish parents and children, especially low-income families. She is forever embedded in how I am as a journalist, and I am grateful for what she taught me and the time that I knew her.
February 15, 2022
February 15, 2022
The memories we made will never fade. Rest in continual peace with Sid Sandy! May you two always share an embrace, hugs and kisses.
February 21, 2021
February 21, 2021
It is difficult for me to write my feelings about Sandy. I first met her at her wedding to my cousin Sid. I was only 3 years old. So I’ve known her a long time, though my clear memories do not go back quite that far. I find myself unable to write about Sandy in the past tense, so I will not do so. Sandy is the most loving, warm, caring person I know right alongside my own mother (may she rest In peace). Sandy is wise, intelligent having an inquisitive mind always wanting to learn and always interested in learning about subjects that interest the people she meets and cares about. She is funny having a wonderful sense of humor, she is perseverant and does not give up when faced with adversity, she may modify her approach to solving a problem but will never give up fighting for a righteous cause and will find a way to solve that problem (whether it is fixing a computer or helping to attain fair treatment for childcare workers), she believes in people and works to bring out the best in them. She is my hero. She is love. She is the warm, caring hug we all need. I love and admire you, Sandy. My grandson will know you and you will know him. He will know and love you and Sid as I do and always will.
Her Life

"All Around Girl"

May 31, 2021
Remembering her today on her 105th birthday, here’s another side of our mom.

In an interview with her longtime neighbor Alice Colby, she reflected on a memory from the Shanghai-American School, the boarding school that she and her two sisters attended for high school, far from their family’s home near Fuzhou, China:

“My sister, Frances, got the cup for “All-Around Girl” in the senior class, meaning they were good at sports and their grades and extracurricular activities and things. And so she got the prize, and four years later, I got the prize, and the next year, my younger sister got the prize. So there was something about the way our parents raised us that we wanted to be interested in sports. You know, I was a good hockey player and stuff. And Fran and Betty were really good tennis players and Betty was a good basketball player, but in any case, we all got the cup. And then when I went to Yenching University, the next year, they awarded me a little cup also as being the all-around freshman girl.When you’re shy and you’re not sure of yourself, when you get that… [it’s] confirmation that you’re OK.”

We never saw her play field hockey, but she was by far the best swimmer in the family. On our childhood family trips to one lake or another, she was the one who would strike out across the lake and back. She also absolutely loved serene canoeing on a lake or stream. She kept swimming into her retirement, adjusting her strokes when her shoulder started acting up. 

What undoubtedly kept her in shape to live almost to 105 was that she walked everywhere. When we were in elementary school, she  toted what we called her “big black bag,” which is where the children’s books would go that she chose and lugged home for us from almost every NY Public Library branch that she’d pass.  Until around age 90,  she walked all over and climbed the stairs of the subway when she had to go downtown. But what’s more, whenever we were walking somewhere as a group, she and whoever she was talking to would invariably be far ahead of the pack because, even in her eighties, her normal pace was so fast.

In her last years, she had to use a wheelchair rather than walking. Eventually, physical activity became too difficult, and she didn’t push it. But she always enjoyed a game of balloon volleyball. Even in her bed last year, she’d get a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face as she tried to volley the balloon, with one of us or an aide, for as long as possible without the balloon hitting the ground
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"All Around Girl"

May 31, 2021
Remembering her today on her 105th birthday, here’s another side of our mom.

In an interview with her longtime neighbor Alice Colby, she reflected on a memory from the Shanghai-American School, the boarding school that she and her two sisters attended for high school, far from their family’s home near Fuzhou, China:

“My sister, Frances, got the cup for “All-Around Girl” in the senior class, meaning they were good at sports and their grades and extracurricular activities and things. And so she got the prize, and four years later, I got the prize, and the next year, my younger sister got the prize. So there was something about the way our parents raised us that we wanted to be interested in sports. You know, I was a good hockey player and stuff. And Fran and Betty were really good tennis players and Betty was a good basketball player, but in any case, we all got the cup. And then when I went to Yenching University, the next year, they awarded me a little cup also as being the all-around freshman girl.When you’re shy and you’re not sure of yourself, when you get that… [it’s] confirmation that you’re OK.”

We never saw her play field hockey, but she was by far the best swimmer in the family. On our childhood family trips to one lake or another, she was the one who would strike out across the lake and back. She also absolutely loved serene canoeing on a lake or stream. She kept swimming into her retirement, adjusting her strokes when her shoulder started acting up. 

What undoubtedly kept her in shape to live almost to 105 was that she walked everywhere. When we were in elementary school, she  toted what we called her “big black bag,” which is where the children’s books would go that she chose and lugged home for us from almost every NY Public Library branch that she’d pass.  Until around age 90,  she walked all over and climbed the stairs of the subway when she had to go downtown. But what’s more, whenever we were walking somewhere as a group, she and whoever she was talking to would invariably be far ahead of the pack because, even in her eighties, her normal pace was so fast.

In her last years, she had to use a wheelchair rather than walking. Eventually, physical activity became too difficult, and she didn’t push it. But she always enjoyed a game of balloon volleyball. Even in her bed last year, she’d get a gleam in her eye and a smile on her face as she tried to volley the balloon, with one of us or an aide, for as long as possible without the balloon hitting the ground
February 18, 2021
by J Blanc
Sandy was a loving mother and grandmother, smart and active in the world. Nutey and I got to know her through Paul who was the best gift that she could have given us.

Joe

"Sandy Beach"

February 16, 2021
My mom enjoyed telling the story of how the change in her identity from "Ethel Beach" to "Sandy Beach" happened. Her wonderful longtime neighbor Alice Colby interviewed Sandy for a graduate school project in 2010 and captured the story as follows:

"I had had my first year of college in Beijing…and when I came home, my older sister, Frances, was counselor at a camp up in New Hampshire and we were sitting on a rock at sunset looking out over the lake and I was saying, I wanted so much to have a nickname, I never did like the name, Ethel. And Fran said, “Oh, [when] you go to Oberlin, you just tell them that your name is Robin, or Bobbie, or something,” and I said, “No, you can’t do that, you have to be given nicknames by someone else.” And so anyhow, I got to Oberlin and sitting at the house matron’s table at lunch one day—this was a little, elderly lady with silvery white hair done up in a bun on her top with pince-nez and she says, “Girls, last night, I had a lovely idea about a nickname for Ethel. Didn’t I, George?” and she poked her husband and he said, “Yes.” So she said, “In the middle of the night, I thought, we should call her, Sandy Beach. Do you get it, girls? Sandy Beach.” And I was so embarrassed, ‘cause I never felt good about being the center of attention. Anyhow, I was also elated and everybody thought it was a great idea. And so I use the name all the time, you know, in my work. It felt more accepted, somehow, having a nickname." 

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