Carol Tannenhauser

Photo via Wikimedia Commons. By Carol Tannenhauser I took a hiatus from society recently, withdrawing from most human interaction for about a month. It wasn’t that hard. I am a 77-year-old woman who lost her husband a year and four months ago, and who has found herself alone most of the time. Does a year and four months sound like a long time? It isn’t when you consider we were married for 53 years. I met him when I was 22 and he was 26. He died at 80, far too soon for me.

Photo courtesy of Ann Cooper. By Carol Tannenhauser Shortly after my late husband, Bobby Tannenhauser, and I bought the Rag at the end of 2021, we placed an ad seeking writers. A few days after it ran, Bobby walked into my office, shaking his head in amazement. “Take a look at this,” he said, handing me a letter.

Photo courtesy of Lincoln Center. By Carol Tannenhauser Friday, June 19th, is Juneteenth, the anniversary of the day in 1865 when word of the Union’s victory in the Civil War reached Galveston, Texas. It was two-and-a-half years after the Emancipation Proclamation was issued – but the first time that approximately 250,000 enslaved Black people were informed that they were free. Many consider Juneteenth “the true end of slavery in the United States,” writes JuneteenthNYC.