Friday, August 24, 2012
Country Life The Retirees: Daddy's Girl
Country Life The Retirees: Daddy's Girl: August 24, 1919 - on a prairie in Webster, Texas in a little wood frame house my father was born. If he had not gone to the great beyond 1...
Daddy's Girl
August 24, 1919 - on a prairie in Webster, Texas in a little wood frame house my father was born. If he had not gone to the great beyond 10 years ago he would be 93 years old today. He was a great man, a good man, an intelligent man. For most of my life he was my hero. I thought he had super powers and could do anything required of him and more.
William Luther Lindley did not have an easy life and he worked very hard to make it better. When he was very young he killed rabbits and anything else he could to help feed his family. At some point the family moved from Webster to Friendswood, Texas. In Friendswood there was a fig cannery where many of the towns inhabitants worked. There he worked canning figs where he developed contact dermatitis on his hands from the figs. Till the day he died though he loved figs. He could eat them but not pick them. He also made money by saying he could drive a vehicle which was a pretty new item in his neighborhood. This would have been in the late 1920's when he was about 11 years old. There was a wealthy couple who had purchased a vehicle and they needed a driver. He said he could do it although he had never driven before. He knew he needed the money so there was no doubt in his mind that he could or couldn't drive, he just did it! He did a good job of it too! The vehicle might have looked something like this:
He married my mother which was a total disaster except for producing three children. She was a wild spirit and didn't want to be tamed! They divorced when I was very young and eventually after living in many places with many relatives we settled to live with my father and his mother. He was a good father and a good teacher. I had a wild spirit I guess I inherited from my mother. I didn't like being told "no" and he recognized that....so he never did. Well in retrospect he did once. I was only 5 years old and insisted on following my brothers to the "hole". It was a cliff with tall trees hanging over into the creek. The boys had tied ropes to the upper limbs of the trees and would swing off into the water. I was forbidden to go there but I took a chance and ventured out following my brothers like a little puppy dog. When my father arrived home from work and learned of my jaunt he felt he had no choice but to make a lasting impression on my little behind....which he did. I never went back to the hole. However I did almost drown in the lake right next to our home by falling off the pier. My brothers realized I had disappeared and noticed bubbles rising to the surface. They reached under the surface of the water grabbing my hair and pulling me to safety. I wasn't breathing so they performed their version of CPR on me saving my life. As I said before he was not in the habit of telling me I could not do something. He would instead talk to me. He would give me all the reasons why something I wanted to do was not a good idea and then let me make my own decisions. I didn't always make the right decisions but I learned much from the man and am alive and well today!
My father tried hard to make a living working in construction of houses and highways. He was an inventor. He actually invented the first hydraulic jack and the flashing red lights on saw horses indicating road construction. He didn't have the money to patent these items and never received credit for creating them. Another of his inventions was round concrete houses for which he never received credit. This seemed to be a pattern for him until he invented a wheel insert for automobile tires.
At the time it was called "Posi-Trac". I remember when the idea formed in his mind. I was about 9 or 10 years old. It seemed that he formed the idea from making concrete Christmas tree stands. He made a prototype to fit inside an automobile tire. I don't remember the entire story of where and how it progressed from there. Apparently he found backers and was able to actually create a real prototype from steel and rubber. It attached to the wheel base on a vehicle and the tire was installed around it. If a driver had a blowout or flat tire the vehicle could continue to run comfortably with little notice of a flat until a service station could be found. If the vehicle was travelling at high speed such as 80 mph which was the top highway speed in those days and the tire should blow and shred the vehicle would remain under control again with little notice of a problem. It saved lives. I am here to testify to that. I was a teenager at the time and my father had these inserts installed on all his vehicles. I never adhered to the speed limit, even when it was 80 mph. I figured the vehicle had an accelerator, breaks and a steering wheel....what else mattered? I also knew I had my father's invention on the wheels and I trusted anything that man did. I was travelling 90 mph down Interstate 45 South when my tire blew. It sounded like a gun shot. The vehicle did not even swerve but I knew what had happened. I pulled onto the shoulder of the highway to check it out and yes, I had a blowout....my tire was all over the road. I just shrugged my shoulders, got back in my vehicle and easily drove to home! Now that is just pure genius! http://www.google.com/patents/US3394749
In the 1960's these inserts were installed on LBJ's and JFK's limousines. My father was a hero. He never received a heroes credit although he certainly deserved it. He went on to manufacture these inserts in Detroit, Michigan, and contracting with BF Goodrich to market the device through the Goodrich retail outlets. The insert was complicated to install and took expensive equipment to do so. Most service stations could not be equipped with attendants to be able to handle such a thing. As years went on service stations became self help "gas stations" where not much service could be found. The idea was to equip all new vehicles with the insert in order to save lives. Just as a seat belt became mandatory so should have the wheel insert. For lack of funds and greedy people his idea never fully materialized. Actually at some point in time Lee Iaccoca was given credit by a New York Times reporter for having invented this. I sent the reporter a letter setting him straight, however he never did correct his error. Probably because Lee Iaccoca was a famous man and my father was not. This was my father's greatest invention to help mankind in my opinion.
However he had another invention that he and my stepmother felt was far greater and altruistic. With her by his side as his ever faithful partner he invented a device to strengthen the back and virtually eliminate back pain. He tried for years to market this item but he needed to have orthopedic studies done. Not only did he not have the funds for this but no one in the medical community wanted him to succeed because it really worked. With this device on the market many surgeries would be eliminated. He left a good legacy for his family though. Many people did not believe in the device known as "The Rocker" but I do, his wife does and my youngest son does. The young man uses it on a regular basis to stretch out his muscles thus relieving his lower back pain. He swears by it and he doesn't have to. He gains nothing from testifying to it's validity except that it keeps him free of lower back pain.
He also invented the "Ortho Spinal Chair", which I have in my exercise room today. This was the prelude to "The Rocker". http://www.patentbuddy.com/Patent/4739749
He invented "The Ledge Bed" http://www.patentbuddy.com/Patent/4435861
William Lindley also invented "The Super Stuffer" http://www.amazon.com/Norpro-92-Super-Stuffer/dp/B000CO018A which he sold the patent for. It is now being sold in retail stores and on the internet. It safely pushes wastes such as peelings and left over food down the garbage disposal protecting fingers and hands. In my opinion this was another genius invention of his.
I always believed his back device, "The Rocker" was pure genius also but humans are very lazy. We don't believe anything cheap or easy can fix our problems. If we have not paid hundreds perhaps thousands of dollars to a medical doctor then we don't believe we have been healed. I always felt that if he marketed "The Rocker" as an exercise gimmick that it would have been more successful. He had his own ideas and he was the genius. He went to the great beyond still trying to market this wonderful device taking it with him.
Today is his birthday...I want to remember him as the genius he was, my hero.
William Luther Lindley did not have an easy life and he worked very hard to make it better. When he was very young he killed rabbits and anything else he could to help feed his family. At some point the family moved from Webster to Friendswood, Texas. In Friendswood there was a fig cannery where many of the towns inhabitants worked. There he worked canning figs where he developed contact dermatitis on his hands from the figs. Till the day he died though he loved figs. He could eat them but not pick them. He also made money by saying he could drive a vehicle which was a pretty new item in his neighborhood. This would have been in the late 1920's when he was about 11 years old. There was a wealthy couple who had purchased a vehicle and they needed a driver. He said he could do it although he had never driven before. He knew he needed the money so there was no doubt in his mind that he could or couldn't drive, he just did it! He did a good job of it too! The vehicle might have looked something like this:
He married my mother which was a total disaster except for producing three children. She was a wild spirit and didn't want to be tamed! They divorced when I was very young and eventually after living in many places with many relatives we settled to live with my father and his mother. He was a good father and a good teacher. I had a wild spirit I guess I inherited from my mother. I didn't like being told "no" and he recognized that....so he never did. Well in retrospect he did once. I was only 5 years old and insisted on following my brothers to the "hole". It was a cliff with tall trees hanging over into the creek. The boys had tied ropes to the upper limbs of the trees and would swing off into the water. I was forbidden to go there but I took a chance and ventured out following my brothers like a little puppy dog. When my father arrived home from work and learned of my jaunt he felt he had no choice but to make a lasting impression on my little behind....which he did. I never went back to the hole. However I did almost drown in the lake right next to our home by falling off the pier. My brothers realized I had disappeared and noticed bubbles rising to the surface. They reached under the surface of the water grabbing my hair and pulling me to safety. I wasn't breathing so they performed their version of CPR on me saving my life. As I said before he was not in the habit of telling me I could not do something. He would instead talk to me. He would give me all the reasons why something I wanted to do was not a good idea and then let me make my own decisions. I didn't always make the right decisions but I learned much from the man and am alive and well today!
My father tried hard to make a living working in construction of houses and highways. He was an inventor. He actually invented the first hydraulic jack and the flashing red lights on saw horses indicating road construction. He didn't have the money to patent these items and never received credit for creating them. Another of his inventions was round concrete houses for which he never received credit. This seemed to be a pattern for him until he invented a wheel insert for automobile tires.
At the time it was called "Posi-Trac". I remember when the idea formed in his mind. I was about 9 or 10 years old. It seemed that he formed the idea from making concrete Christmas tree stands. He made a prototype to fit inside an automobile tire. I don't remember the entire story of where and how it progressed from there. Apparently he found backers and was able to actually create a real prototype from steel and rubber. It attached to the wheel base on a vehicle and the tire was installed around it. If a driver had a blowout or flat tire the vehicle could continue to run comfortably with little notice of a flat until a service station could be found. If the vehicle was travelling at high speed such as 80 mph which was the top highway speed in those days and the tire should blow and shred the vehicle would remain under control again with little notice of a problem. It saved lives. I am here to testify to that. I was a teenager at the time and my father had these inserts installed on all his vehicles. I never adhered to the speed limit, even when it was 80 mph. I figured the vehicle had an accelerator, breaks and a steering wheel....what else mattered? I also knew I had my father's invention on the wheels and I trusted anything that man did. I was travelling 90 mph down Interstate 45 South when my tire blew. It sounded like a gun shot. The vehicle did not even swerve but I knew what had happened. I pulled onto the shoulder of the highway to check it out and yes, I had a blowout....my tire was all over the road. I just shrugged my shoulders, got back in my vehicle and easily drove to home! Now that is just pure genius! http://www.google.com/patents/US3394749
In the 1960's these inserts were installed on LBJ's and JFK's limousines. My father was a hero. He never received a heroes credit although he certainly deserved it. He went on to manufacture these inserts in Detroit, Michigan, and contracting with BF Goodrich to market the device through the Goodrich retail outlets. The insert was complicated to install and took expensive equipment to do so. Most service stations could not be equipped with attendants to be able to handle such a thing. As years went on service stations became self help "gas stations" where not much service could be found. The idea was to equip all new vehicles with the insert in order to save lives. Just as a seat belt became mandatory so should have the wheel insert. For lack of funds and greedy people his idea never fully materialized. Actually at some point in time Lee Iaccoca was given credit by a New York Times reporter for having invented this. I sent the reporter a letter setting him straight, however he never did correct his error. Probably because Lee Iaccoca was a famous man and my father was not. This was my father's greatest invention to help mankind in my opinion.
However he had another invention that he and my stepmother felt was far greater and altruistic. With her by his side as his ever faithful partner he invented a device to strengthen the back and virtually eliminate back pain. He tried for years to market this item but he needed to have orthopedic studies done. Not only did he not have the funds for this but no one in the medical community wanted him to succeed because it really worked. With this device on the market many surgeries would be eliminated. He left a good legacy for his family though. Many people did not believe in the device known as "The Rocker" but I do, his wife does and my youngest son does. The young man uses it on a regular basis to stretch out his muscles thus relieving his lower back pain. He swears by it and he doesn't have to. He gains nothing from testifying to it's validity except that it keeps him free of lower back pain.
He also invented the "Ortho Spinal Chair", which I have in my exercise room today. This was the prelude to "The Rocker". http://www.patentbuddy.com/Patent/4739749
He invented "The Ledge Bed" http://www.patentbuddy.com/Patent/4435861
William Lindley also invented "The Super Stuffer" http://www.amazon.com/Norpro-92-Super-Stuffer/dp/B000CO018A which he sold the patent for. It is now being sold in retail stores and on the internet. It safely pushes wastes such as peelings and left over food down the garbage disposal protecting fingers and hands. In my opinion this was another genius invention of his.
I always believed his back device, "The Rocker" was pure genius also but humans are very lazy. We don't believe anything cheap or easy can fix our problems. If we have not paid hundreds perhaps thousands of dollars to a medical doctor then we don't believe we have been healed. I always felt that if he marketed "The Rocker" as an exercise gimmick that it would have been more successful. He had his own ideas and he was the genius. He went to the great beyond still trying to market this wonderful device taking it with him.
Today is his birthday...I want to remember him as the genius he was, my hero.
Country Life The Retirees: Loving My Granddaughter
Country Life The Retirees: Loving My Granddaughter: I have been caring for my infant granddaughter for the past several months while her mother, my daughter is working. She is now 6 months o...
Loving My Granddaughter
I have been caring for my infant granddaughter for the past several months while her mother, my daughter is working. She is now 6 months old and beginning to develop a really cute personality. Actually I thought her personality was evident from the day she was born. She let it be clear from the beginning that she was the boss. When I hold her in my arms as I'm rocking her to sleep I feel an over powering love for her. It's the same love I felt for my own 4 infants as I rocked them many years ago. As it surges through my heart and veins I'm wondering if they can feel the love over the distance. I asked my younger son who is now 20 if he could feel my love coming to him through the love I was expressing for my granddaughter. I wasn't surprised to hear him say "Yes Mom, I can feel it". He is such a passionate person. I knew he would not think his mother was crazy.
Grandchildren bring out something very special in us. I can't really put my finger on it. I think it's too complex to put into words. Whatever it is, it has opened a whole new realm of feelings in me. It's like it has awakened something in me. Instead of feeling old because I'm a grandmother, I feel young again. It's like I have discovered the fountain of youth. I am ignoring the aching joints and dry skin. I'm thinking maybe it's the "feel good hormone", serotonin. It seems to be surging. Perhaps it's because we have such unconditional love for each other.
I respect that she is a baby and can only make her needs known by frowns, grunts and screams. I try so hard to read her "language". When she bites me with those two new bottom teeth and tears at her blankets with them she is letting me know her little gums are really bothering her. She is a good sport though and quickly finds something to distract her. When I let her know it hurts by giving a little squeal myself, she looks at me in surprise and then smiles. When we are sitting for too long or she is laying on the floor she arches her little back and yells at me to pick her up. If we are sitting together she pulls my blouse and yells or sometimes pushes on my chest, indicating she wants me to get up and move! She loves to be carried around at eye level on her little perch the "Baby Nari" http://www.babynari.com/ ...which by the way is the best investment my daughter ever made. It allows me to hold her for hours as we clean the kitchen, prune roses, water the dogs or cook dinner. As I sway back and forth all over the house her little body moves in sync with mine. She is absorbing everything I'm doing and never uttering a sound sometimes falling asleep mid stride! She is a light sleeper and I find myself rocking her and myself to sleep morning and afternoon. When she wakes from a long nap she is in such a sweet talkative mood. I'm not sure what she is saying but it usually starts with something that sounds like, "hi!" From there she gurgles some of the sweetest sounds which certainly are sounds of approval and pleasure. This mood lasts about 2 hours before it's time to nap again. She has not learned patience for receiving her bottle yet. She wants it on demand and I do mean on demand!
As I'm leaving for home in the evenings it's not easy making an exit. I hate parting with her. When I return on Monday mornings after three days away from her I can see the progress she has made in development in such a short time. Her back and arms are stronger. She is more aware and communicative. I can't wait to get her in my arms and give her a squeeze again!
I would like to think that when she is grown she will remember our days together. Even though she gets much love and attention from her parents, I hope she will know that there was an old lady that loved her unconditionally. I hope somehow this love will make an indelible impression on her life!
Friday, April 27, 2012
Being a Grandmother, Knitting and Gardening
Sometimes life just seems wonderful. For me it is at it's best when I'm with my daughter and her new daughter. My daughter is such a wonderful mother. My children tell me I was the best mother, that I could not have been better. However when I watch my own daughter interact with her child, I don't think I was that good. The baby's diaper is barely damp and she is changing it. I did not have disposable diapers with my first two children, I used cloth diapers. I recall putting a double diaper on them with plastic pants for the long haul at night. If they didn't do a big job in their diapers, I didn't change them. I would nurse them when they woke up in the middle of the night and put them right back down to sleep. Who wanted to wake up a sleeping baby and get it all stimulated while changing a diaper? To me it was a crime to waken a sleeping baby in the middle the night. I was so grateful when I had my next two children to have the option of cloth or disposables. It was a no brainer and Huggies were my salvation! My daughter prefers Pampers. But of course many improvements have been made with disposable diapers, therefore I'm sure she has chosen the one that works best. There is a little yellow line going down the center of the diaper when it turns blue, it's wet! It's just amazing how easy it is to care for a little one these days.
I had a swing for my babies but nothing like the one she has. Her carpet is littered with entertainment systems for the baby lest she get bored. I believe this child has everything that Target has to offer in their baby department. She received so many gifts for the child that some were duplicated and had to be exchanged with an effort of finding something she didn't already have. As we walk through the baby clothing department at Target our heads do not turn...for there is no interest. This child cannot possibly wear everything she has more than once. I purchased several newborn outfits for her from Macy's department store which she outgrew very quickly.
I've knitted a little Bolero jacket for my granddaughter to wear for a special occasion coming up soon. It has to match her little sleeveless dress. The yarn I chose was not bright enough for my daughter's taste. Baby's are wearing very bright colors these days and not so much pastels as in the years past.
The original yarn I chose was 100% cotton. I was more than half finished with the project when I showed it to my daughter. She was very polite but hinted that it wasn't exactly what she wanted. So in an effort to please her I stopped at Michael's on my way home and purchased a skein of Bernat Cottontot's yarn in a very bright pink to match her little dress.. This is a shocking pink and I wasn't sure about it. But now that it is knitted up I am very proud of it and thrilled that my daughter likes it.
This little bolero was the first one I started and decided to finish it. My daughter decided it would look cute with a pair of jeans and white tshirt!
I apologize for punctuation and left off sentences in this blog but either blog spot or my computer are having problems that I do not seem to be able to fix..
Thursday, April 12, 2012
It's Spring!
Ah, Spring has arrived at last. Even though we did not have a severe winter, I still thought I was going to freeze to death. My husband insists on keeping the thermostat set at 67 in the winter. For me that might as well be 67 below zero. My hands, legs, nose and feet get frost bite. I wear 4 layers of clothing, socks and booties. I even wear a jacket, hat and sometimes fingerless gloves in the house. Many nights I go to bed with a knitted hat on my head under a down comforter. It sounds like I'm a skinny unhealthy person but actually I'm 10 pounds over weight and considerably healthy! I'm in my 60's with a slow metabolism. I have noticed that if I jump up and down or run around the house a few times before crawling in bed that I do warm up enough to get in bed without dressing for the arctic circle!
About a month back I saw a lone swallow checking out the nests in the porches. I was thrilled, for I knew that warm weather was here to stay! Shortly later the swallow family followed and has been busy since remodeling their nests! The next sure sign was the hummingbirds. I had not seen any yet but about 2 weeks ago I put out their feeder filled with syrup and they appeared on cue. I put away my winter clothes and pulled out my sandals and cotton shirts. Since then we have slept with our windows open listening to the orchestra of swallows lulling us to sleep every night. We are wakened in the mornings by the sounds of the doves calling. It makes me feel that all is right in the world.
My husband has tilled my garden. I have made nice raised beds, defined by cedar timbers, some purchased from Home Depot, some cut from our land with my husband's Stihl chainsaw and a bit of sweat! This year I have planted, squash, cantaloupe, honey dew melon, watermelon, cucumbers, Armenian cucumbers, blackeyed peas, herbs, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, okra, green beans, Swiss chard. Our several different varieties of grapes are loaded with clusters of tiny grapes due to good Spring rains. We fertilized our grass and put down wet grass seed. The weeds seem to be declining and the grass is taking over. The fruit trees are bearing fruit..... peaches, pears, pomegranates, persimmons, apples, plums and figs. We even have a berry vine that is flowering. I feel so fortunate to have the promise of nature's bounty on the horizon!
My roses are blooming with all they have in them as if they were just waiting for spring to arrive so they could burst forth! The butterflies are kissing our shoulders and the doves are eating my seeds as soon as I plant them!
My daughter and new granddaughter have paid us several extended visits, to our delight! It's so wonderful to have a new life in the house again. I can't quite explain that feeling. Maybe it is something only a grandparent feels. When they leave, the house seems dead quiet. When I go into public with her, other grandparents reach out to me and begin talking about their own grandchildren. It's a certain kind of pride that I can see in their eyes....it must be in mine also. Sometimes we don't speak but just look at each other...myself and the other grandparent coming down the walk. We meet eyes and smile and we each know what the other is thinking...it's a silent language only known to grandparents!
I hope this summer brings more rain than the year before. The hills are green now and life seems almost perfect.
About a month back I saw a lone swallow checking out the nests in the porches. I was thrilled, for I knew that warm weather was here to stay! Shortly later the swallow family followed and has been busy since remodeling their nests! The next sure sign was the hummingbirds. I had not seen any yet but about 2 weeks ago I put out their feeder filled with syrup and they appeared on cue. I put away my winter clothes and pulled out my sandals and cotton shirts. Since then we have slept with our windows open listening to the orchestra of swallows lulling us to sleep every night. We are wakened in the mornings by the sounds of the doves calling. It makes me feel that all is right in the world.
My husband has tilled my garden. I have made nice raised beds, defined by cedar timbers, some purchased from Home Depot, some cut from our land with my husband's Stihl chainsaw and a bit of sweat! This year I have planted, squash, cantaloupe, honey dew melon, watermelon, cucumbers, Armenian cucumbers, blackeyed peas, herbs, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, okra, green beans, Swiss chard. Our several different varieties of grapes are loaded with clusters of tiny grapes due to good Spring rains. We fertilized our grass and put down wet grass seed. The weeds seem to be declining and the grass is taking over. The fruit trees are bearing fruit..... peaches, pears, pomegranates, persimmons, apples, plums and figs. We even have a berry vine that is flowering. I feel so fortunate to have the promise of nature's bounty on the horizon!
My roses are blooming with all they have in them as if they were just waiting for spring to arrive so they could burst forth! The butterflies are kissing our shoulders and the doves are eating my seeds as soon as I plant them!
My daughter and new granddaughter have paid us several extended visits, to our delight! It's so wonderful to have a new life in the house again. I can't quite explain that feeling. Maybe it is something only a grandparent feels. When they leave, the house seems dead quiet. When I go into public with her, other grandparents reach out to me and begin talking about their own grandchildren. It's a certain kind of pride that I can see in their eyes....it must be in mine also. Sometimes we don't speak but just look at each other...myself and the other grandparent coming down the walk. We meet eyes and smile and we each know what the other is thinking...it's a silent language only known to grandparents!
I hope this summer brings more rain than the year before. The hills are green now and life seems almost perfect.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Are women happy?
http://online.wsj.com/article_email/SB10001424052702304724404577297422171909202-lMyQjAxMTAyMDIwNDEyNDQyWj.html?mod=wsj_share_email
I am writing this blog in honor of all my "sisters" and would like to have your take on this article. What did I get out of this article? I was left wondering, if women have ever been happy? Why should we when the heaviest role and responsibility has been placed on us.
We must contend with monthly hell from the time we are 11 years old - men just have to play with their balls to keep them in the right positions. We must marry in a timely fashion so as not to be labeled spinsters or old maids... men can continue to be sexy as players and bachelors. We must produce children before our biological clock says "too old" - men don't have this problem. They can continue to reproduce well into their 70's or longer. We must carry a living creature in our bellies for nine months enduring hormonal changes mentally and physically to our bodies of which our bodies will never recover - men just fool around for a few minutes, enjoy and donate their sperm. We go through painful childbirth - men just say, "you're doing good honey", then hold the baby after it is born and gaze in awe at what "they" have created!
Most of the responsibility of raising our offspring is left up to us with the occasional aggravating interference from our spouses. We are the ones who are up many nights with sick children, responsible for music lessons, gymnastics, birthday parties, tball/baseball games, cheerleader tryouts, homework, shopping, first dates, and proms. Where is dad when this is going on? He walks through the door and asks, "Did we get any mail and what's for dinner?".
Oh yes and in modern times the woman is also bringing home the bacon or at least half of it. When we get old and gray and our bellies and boobs are sagging from too many childbirths our man is still looking firm and has aged well. I think they call this distinguished looking in men and "matronly" in women. His bald head is sexy while our is ugly, old and rather scary looking. His bushy eye brows are a sign of virility, ours are disgusting. His 5 o'clock shadow is rugged and sexy looking. Our mustache is less than desirable...and needs waxing.
Going back further in time, we had to fend ourselves from savages and stragglers while our man was away, as we washed clothes and dishes over a hot outdoor fire or at a nearby stream. We were hunters and gatherers in some societies. Other societies the women were and still are circumcised for fear that we might enjoy the sexual act or desire another man. We are almost always the victim of rape in wars. And of course we have since the"Garden of Eden" had to defend our virtue from aggressive men 24 hours a day...in this case humans are not that far removed from animals. I ask you, have we ever been happy? The church dictates to many of us not to use birth control in order to limit the number of pregnancies we might have. Society condemns us for wanting to rid our bodies of an unwanted pregnancy incurred from rape.... Some saying rape is a "Godly" experience. I wonder if men feel "Godly" after being raped?
If you are not already a follower of this blog I encourage you to become one. I'm certain I have overlooked something in our pursuit of happiness. Your take on this is much anticipated, expected and appreciated.
After reading this blog my son suggested that some may find me an angry feminist. Honestly maybe some days I am but this blog was written in jest even if it does ring a few bells.
Much love to all my sisters in their pursuit of happiness.
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