...I remember my father teaching me how to fix my own car, because it was clear from a young age that I would never have a chance to marry and thus have a husband to properly do these things for me.
My mother graduated high school, got a job as a secretary, married my father and, at his insistence, quit to be a stay-at-home mom. Bad, bad mistake, there.
My grandmother, one of seven children (six girls, one boy), of a milkman, somehow achieved a fourth grade education. Even more startling is that, in her teens, she went to stenography school and ultimately got a job as a typist. She quit when she married my grandfather (first a taxi driver, the a cop), and went back to work when he died.
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Date: 2010-05-21 02:50 pm (UTC)My grandmother, one of seven children (six girls, one boy), of a milkman, somehow achieved a fourth grade education. Even more startling is that, in her teens, she went to stenography school and ultimately got a job as a typist. She quit when she married my grandfather (first a taxi driver, the a cop), and went back to work when he died.