I hope we hear from the rest of the women—Sophie, Baba, Goldie, Lady Jane, Tillie, and Freddie. I hope Ora Zella is soaking this up like a sponge. I’m not sure the young women of today truly understand what life was like for the older women in their lives. I can remember coming back to school after being out for 2 weeks with one of the dreaded childhood disease, asking the teacher for help getting caught up on the math I’d missed, and being told, “Don’t worry, honey. Girls don’t need math.” I can remember the ear that the boys got to make potato batteries for their science project and the girls got to plant flower seeds in milk cartons. I remember wanting to take wood shop instead of home economics and being told wood shop was too dangerous for girls. I can remember not getting a chance to say goodbye to the best teacher I ever had for both grades 5-6 on the last day of school because her pregnancy had begin to show and pregnant women were not allowed to teach children. That was in 1963.
I hope we hear from the rest of the women—Sophie, Baba, Goldie, Lady Jane, Tillie, and Freddie. I hope Ora Zella is soaking this up like a sponge. I’m not sure the young women of today truly understand what life was like for the older women in their lives. I can remember coming back to school after being out for 2 weeks with one of the dreaded childhood disease, asking the teacher for help getting caught up on the math I’d missed, and being told, “Don’t worry, honey. Girls don’t need math.” I can remember the ear that the boys got to make potato batteries for their science project and the girls got to plant flower seeds in milk cartons. I remember wanting to take wood shop instead of home economics and being told wood shop was too dangerous for girls. I can remember not getting a chance to say goodbye to the best teacher I ever had for both grades 5-6 on the last day of school because her pregnancy had begin to show and pregnant women were not allowed to teach children. That was in 1963.