But in the days of my childhood, if you were unhappy enough to be born a female, your soul was not supposed to soar above such joys as keeping a dickey-bird in a cage and feeding it with sugar and groundsel, and making woolwork slippers for your male relatives, and kettle-holders for the females, domestically inscribed “Tea is ready.” If you wanted to stretch your limbs, climb trees, or make a noise out of the very joy of your youth and health, you were regarded as something entirely beyond the pale, and your governess shook her head and told your grandmother, “I tremble for her future.” ~ Edith Cecil-Porch
Great picture!
ReplyDeleteIn many ways, when I was growing up, this attitude hadn't changed much - especially among my elderly relations and their friends.
God help us! As an outspoken red-head(are there any other kind?!) I would've never made it--my hushand shakes his head even in this day and age! Blessings, Sharon
ReplyDeleteNote to Sharon - LOL. You said it. I was always in trouble. Remember, too, that people were suspicious of women with red hair, even when I was growing up.
ReplyDeleteThere are times when I think about how much has changed since I was a child of the 50's and it makes me very grateful to have lived both then and now because I can appreciate it so much more than those who never had the restrictive life experience. Or the wonder that came with expansion.
ReplyDeleteI found this today and thought of you.
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Oh, yeah, Lydia. This is why the Corps is for the young and nimble.
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