Getting Lucky at Eighty
Everybody has a story. This is my story as
I remembered it in 1997 and published in 2007 – uncut.

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"If you have ever known me by any combination of my four names,
Mavis or Joan, Huff or Mathews, you may very well find your name on a page of this book. My goal was to tell my story like it is, from my perspective. I did not intend to embarrass or expose anyone, but I have.

For the most part, my younger life parallels millions of others from what is now called “the greatest generation.” We are on our way out now, but because we’re tough, many of us are still trying to be useful, to contribute something. We were “designed” to take care of the tasks of our generation, reaching adulthood in the throes of World War II, filled with patriotism and hope for the future of the greatest nation on Earth.

It is only recently that all of those molds have been dissolved in a determined effort to express individuality; some say it’s the Aquarian Age. But relatively speaking, I broke the mold pretty early on. I climbed a forbidden windmill and ate of forbidden fruit when I was six.

The most daring thing that I ever did was to break away from the Baptist church at seventeen and later to proclaim myself a new age thinker when I was twenty-eight. I will share with you what drove me to that decision and go on to prove that it was only a beginning."