I’m learning more about the women of the Beat Generation, last week having picked up a copy of the book, Women of the Beat Generation.

Helen Adam, born in Edinburgh, 1909, was reading by the age of 2, and could recite original sing-song rhymes to her dolls.  The local superstitious couldn’t decide if she was a bard reincarnate or a witch’s changling.

In 1948 she moved to San Francisco and was eventually hanging out with the Beat poets.  You’d have to say she was a proto-Beat; good grief she was older than William Burroughs by 5 years.

She must have been considered well-dressed in the 1950s, blue polyester dress with shiny ornaments and those enormous, big-giant coke-bottle glasses, like Harry Carry with a vision problem.

Helen Adam was an original.