ABSTRACT
It only took 18 years to finish my doctorate. I started in spring 1974, having persuaded the university to accept my BA Honors from the University of Reading.1 This I completed in 1972, followed rapidly by marriage and immigration to the USA. It was indeed a lot more of a culture shock in so many dimensions of life than I had anticipated. One example, I was expected by my mother-in-law, with whom we were living, to make my husband’s lunch to take to work each day. As requested, I made peanut butter and ‘jelly’ (jam) sandwiches, separately.
