tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683148468069385825.post1842708485749990333..comments2024-02-24T11:02:36.770+11:00Comments on The Clown and Poker: Songs for my grandmotherArtaxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13841147515999189957noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683148468069385825.post-77285500147821958932010-05-20T15:05:19.813+10:002010-05-20T15:05:19.813+10:00Such a beautiful essay!Such a beautiful essay!Laura Deehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02623444503804234407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683148468069385825.post-6453732904911385442010-05-07T04:32:05.600+10:002010-05-07T04:32:05.600+10:00love this!
Historically, I think at least on facto...love this!<br />Historically, I think at least on factor leading to the "complex sociopolitical forces" could be attributed to the men coming home from war and wanting to take care of their families again to assert their usefulness. The "Rosy the Riveter" phenomenon during the war had allowed so many women into the workforce who weren't ready to run back home so it was sociolpolitical pressure that pushed them back into domestic life despite the fact that more and more modern conveniences made their domestic responsibilities easier. I'll stop there but I find this time period in our history fascinating and I love that description of it.Alyssahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17441379622104779825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683148468069385825.post-41877122261297322552010-05-06T21:24:23.367+10:002010-05-06T21:24:23.367+10:00I love this post. On so many levels. Thank you!I love this post. On so many levels. Thank you!Tiffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541824528443852791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1683148468069385825.post-65435871341136010282010-05-06T15:38:04.468+10:002010-05-06T15:38:04.468+10:00Great post (again). Yes, I agree. Those songs are...Great post (again). Yes, I agree. Those songs are for the grandmothers. Good thing I am one. I remember Alberta sitting me down and telling me that I should re-think school as it was obvious that our home was too busy and I was pretty harried. I could see we were on totally different wavelengths--I'm working on forgiving Jeff for never letting his wife have the satisfaction of her own schooling. She gave it up when he decided to write a book (!). It was always all about him--but that's how that generation was. <br /><br />I permanently lag behind you in achievement, caught as I was between two types of women, two generations. Some days I dislike the fact that at my age I'll never be anything more than an adjunct teacher, as I got to this place too late. Other days, I revel in my freedom to go and do and enjoy the grandchildren without being tied down to committee work, service to my college, and all those things the full-timers have to put up with.<br /><br />One of Dave's (former) grad students once told me that she was jealous that I was able to raise my children and be home with them. To say I was surprised would be an understatement because she now worked at a fairly reputable firm making the Big Bucks. And at that time I was jealous of her being able to complete the arc of education to employment in a seemingly satisfying position.<br /><br />I like the choices women have now, even when they don't feel like choices. I guess I wish Alberta would have had that same opportunity. Happy Mother's Day!Letterpresshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13983311236791267553noreply@blogger.com