My late grandmother met my grandfather at Abilene Christian College. She got a degree in English with a teaching certificate while he got a degree in Math with same. Then they went to MI (I believe) so he could get a Master's in Math. Back to TN to take care of her invalid mother, both of them worked in the city as teachers and drove ~30+ miles there & back to the family farm until her mother passed. They had three daughters about 5 years apart (time to build up enough sick days). She got her Masters (English I believe but it might have been Education) She was in charge of the family finances.
My mother, the eldest, married young & had me after two years of college. She realized this was a Bad Idea & we ended up at my grandparents while my mom finished her degree in English with a teaching cert. She met my Dad (not my father) and got married. They were teachers for ~30 years.
Dad wouldn't let me in the car to teach me to drive until I could name all of the parts of the engine & prove I could a) change the tires b)check all of the fluids in the car c) knew how to look up thing in the owner's manual (as well as knowing where I should keep it yada yada yada. He said that I should know this so that I wouldn't get scr*wed by repair shops who think women don't know diddly about cars. heh.
After listening to my mother read some of the letters written by my French intellectual ancestresses I've been beginning to understand where some of the attitudes in my family come from;
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My mother, the eldest, married young & had me after two years of college. She realized this was a Bad Idea & we ended up at my grandparents while my mom finished her degree in English with a teaching cert. She met my Dad (not my father) and got married. They were teachers for ~30 years.
Dad wouldn't let me in the car to teach me to drive until I could name all of the parts of the engine & prove I could a) change the tires b)check all of the fluids in the car c) knew how to look up thing in the owner's manual (as well as knowing where I should keep it yada yada yada. He said that I should know this so that I wouldn't get scr*wed by repair shops who think women don't know diddly about cars. heh.
After listening to my mother read some of the letters written by my French intellectual ancestresses I've been beginning to understand where some of the attitudes in my family come from;