In last week’s thread, someone suggested “heroes” as a topic for a Pull Up A Chair post… and I thought it was a great idea. For this week!
When I think of heroes, or in my case, heroines, I think of the women who’ve inspired me with their writings. Historically, women have been less advantaged than men when it came to education, and especially in being able to tell their own stories. So, when I think of these heroines, I think of Jane Austen, Virginia Woolf, Edith Wharton and Willa Cather, among others. And I love Dorothy Sayers’ mysteries… she is so darned literate. They’ve each influenced so much of my everyday world, beacons to follow…
Virginia Woolf’s writing style may not please everyone, but I love the impressionistic way in which she wrote her novels, and I loved her “A Room of One’s Own,” which was all about the importance of having a room of one’s own in which to write. Mrs. Dalloway was a great read, too, as well as To The Lighthouse.
Jane Austen was often hilarious, though not in every novel, Mansfield Park being one very interesting exception. Yet, her other novels were mostly hilarious… Pride and Prejudice, Emma. Sense and Sensibility had some humor in it, though it was pretty serious, too. I loved Persuasion and that Anne Eliot was being given a second chance at love.
Edith Wharton managed to walk the line between being a traitor to her class and still being accepted by it. She entertained quite a bit, decorated homes, wrote books about home decoration and gardening, not to mention her novels, many of which I have read… The Age of Innocence, The Custom of the Country, Ethan Frome, The Glimpses of the Moon, Old New York, Hudson River Bracketed, The Gods Arrive, and The Buccaneers.
Willa Cather is a bit more complicated. She started out wanting to be a doctor, but eventually turned her sights on writing fiction. Some of her books have these gaps, where you can almost see through them to the structure and see where the suturing occurs. My favorite work of hers is Death Came for the Archbishop, a story that she told in an episodic format… about how the southwest was settled long before any Europeans appeared on the scene. I have read some of her other works, but Death Came for the Archbishop is still my favorite.
My favorite Sayers’ novels are the ones that feature Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane… the chemistry between them is pretty interesting. She keeps trying to get rid of him, but to little effect, only to discover that perhaps she did not really want to get rid of him. They begin with Strong Poison, Have His Carcase, and Gaudy Night, as well as Busman’s Honeymoon.
For breakfast this morning, there are cottage cheese pancakes–the kind of pancakes that don’t give you a carb hangover–and real maple syrup, gluten-free banana muffins, and there’s a baking sheet in the oven with some bacon on it. And please, you must take some fruit. Anything special you’d like this morning? (If your heroes or heroines are well-known in the foodie world, so much the better…)
I’ve chosen to feature my literary heroines. But this isn’t a post about literature, who are your heroes or heroines? …I suspect that Jane Hamsher must figure highly in this group, along with Marcy Wheeler and Christy Hardin Smith, as well as David Dayen, who is exceptionally prolific in writing the news of the day — not to mention the many people who contribute to MyFDL, including the inimitable Jim White, who is probably one of the nicest people you could ever meet. I love reading Bill Egnor’s Sunday Food columns about bread, even though I cannot eat what he writes about… but, I enjoy his columns vicariously. Aunt Toby probably forgot more about food than most of us ever knew. And Art Saturday is a welcome respite from the week’s worth of politics. (I’m sure I’ve skipped a few here.)
Who and what inspired you growing up? Who inspires you today?





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Good morning KarenM and all.
Thanks, KarenM, I’ll have the blueberries. Lovely stuff. A heroine of mine is my greatgrandmother McCasland, who moved from the farm into town so her kids could go to school at the local Normal School (teachers college). Each child had an instrument, and the family formed a small orchestra for purely family entertainment. My grandmother Nettie played the base violin because it was one of the few instruments left when it came her turn.
Nice start….I know fewer of those women writers than you name. A nice collection. I saw Jane Eyre sometime back…another woman writer. A bit of coincidence…this week I was talking about some personal background…that reminded me quite subliminally how much my mother is a hero….a quite strength and dignity that served her so well/a great inspiration, really.
I also like SD’s list last week, such as Dr. King. And I will have some of that gorgeous fruit…may be my favorite thing. Thanks
We forget sometimes what strength it took to get through so much – and not that long ago. I remember doing dishes! and putting the clothes through the wringer on the washer.
It really is hard to imagine…I recall many in my family doing a lot of canning & my grandmother had back yard chickens for years that I do recall. Really pretty amazing to think about…..And women around your area picking lots of cotton.
Not too long back, I was driving through cotton fields and stopped to pick a ball of cotton. Showed it to my rather doddery mom last week, and she was really taken with it, I think maybe the memory of all the pricks they got from picking was gone by now.
Morning, Everyone! I’m finally dressed. I stayed at my daughters last night. We’re going to the Maryland Sheep & Wool festival today. Her husband is driving us. I’ll be online in the car, though, with a laptop and a cell phone as a modem. They are soooo tech savvy!
Good morning, everyone! *peers around carefully* Am I gonna get called a troll this morning? LOL.
My heroes (and heroines) are those who have campaigned for equal rights for all people, including minorities, women, gays and lesbians, disabled, etc. We aren’t there yet, and I probably won’t see true equality in my lifetime, but we will get there.
And I will happily have some of the lovely fruit, please. I will pass on the pancakes, but maybe a slice of bacon?
Doesn’t that time seem a world away? The other thing I recall is folks, including the kids, talking about what hard work that is.
My grandmother comes to mind. She was a crabby old woman (why did 60yr olds look so aged back then?) who was very strict and sour. That was my view as a child. Now that I’m an adult I realize that she was there to greet us home from school if my mother was working. She also helped my mother by doing laundry and getting dinner started. She was a very hard working woman who had all of her 6 children (and their families) to dinner every Sunday. Not only was the dinner wonderful but there would be 5-6 pies as well. I don’t know how she managed it but I know that I am in awe of her.
About how far is the trip? I hope the weather is lovely. G’Morning All.
You know, I’ll have to really think about that. There are so many people who have inspired me or who I look up to that coming up with a few names is going to be difficult. Maybe as my sluggish brain wakes up I’ll be better able to answer that.
Good morning.
Wow, that would probably make me sour, too. But pretty typical for many, I guess. You’re right about looking old….I recall a time when it seemed like many of the women in my family all looked alike.
I have had many heroes in my life, most of them have been women. Some of them I didn’t recognize as heroic until much later in life. My mother stands out above all, though. She has lived her life in a way that I think should be emulated by all: not necessarily everything, but the courage and strength that she displayed. The stories are too many and too involved to tell here, but she has not folded like the spineless dims do now.
I do think that you got carried away when you wrote “Aunt Toby probably knows more about food than most of us have forgotten.” I think you meant “Aunt Toby has probably forgotten more about food than most of us know.” If you can, have the mods get rid of this part when you determine what you want to do about it, including nothing.
Will there be jousting? (state game of MD)
Our hardware stores carry knee pads, still.
OT: There has been paper info that Facebook is hiring….fwiw.
I should make a trip your way….the last time I was up, I was mostly shocked that the McKy courthouse is “almost” in OK. So much change….and much of it really fast.
One more thing that I found out about 10 years ago. During Prohibition she made gin in the bathtub. Her brother was a bootlegger whose home kept being raided so Gram (who was oh-so respectable) helped him out and used her home for some of the gim-making.
The first politician who inspired me had to be Barbara Jordan, while the first political pundit was Molly Ivins. There are so many people who turned me on to science but my eighth grade science teacher, Mrs. Higganbothom, (not sure if that’s spelled right), was an enormous influence as was my ninth grade physics teacher whose name was Devries. Everybody thought she was a bitch but her subject really excited her and she and I never really had an friction. Though I’ve read a whole lot in my life, I can’t think of an author who has really “inspired” me because I’m always coming up with a new favorite so I’ll name the person who inspired me to read and that would be my older brother John. He made reading cool for me and Mrs. Landry in the seventh grade made me realize that there was more out there than science fiction paperbacks. My last boss has inspired me as well as a physicist friend, both of whom are probably the only two truly brilliant people I know. And of course there are the thoughtful, active people on FDL who I have decided against listing since I would be here all morning typing.
Hard work will make you look old, I’m sure. Many of our great-grands didn’t make it to 60, anyway.
Thanks for the tip. :)
That’s funny…all those secrets. In my grandmo’s neighborhood, there was a house where it was said that the bootlegger lived….great secret and at the time we didn’t know what it meant except one whispered and tried to peer around.
Let me know, I’ll treat you to a great Chinese lunch. I can see OK from my back porch! almost. Especially when it’s burning.
Wow, does that sound great…we can talk about Ector and Sam Rayburn….Thanks.
Truly bathtub gin, eh? I guess they could make gin in the bathtub because baths were only on Saturday nights!
And from your comment upthread, I think 60 year old women looked old because their lives were hard and many didn’t have the lotions and potions to keep themselves looking younger. There are exceptions of course, but I think women look younger than their ages these days. Better nutrition, more awareness of things like sun damage, skin lotions, etc.
It’s on. If you drop a comment over on my Saturday Art post in a bit, I’ll get back to you with contact numbers.
Will do…..lots of familiar places…Thanks
Good Morning, Ladies
Oh, my. KarenM said Jane Austin! (Margaret, I think we should start a PUAC tradition and come up with some clever way to bring Ms. Austin up in each and every post. Ha)
Molly, that troll comment was so weird. My thoughts on that were that it could not have meant to be personal, because it was the first comment that person ever made. There was no rhyme or reason for it. None. Just weird. Actually, maybe I’m being a troll right now because I haven’t shared a shero story. :)
Austin-ing the threads, no less. Many will not get the humor, but that makes it even better.
I looked at a map of TX counties to see if you were near Bonham. If you can see OK, I’d guess you can see Carl Albert’s district.
Rayburn spoke of how lonely he was as a child, sitting on a fence rail, hoping for someone, anyone, to pass by.
‘Morning….NO dear, you are not a troll. Maybe other things….;)
‘Morning, Ruth
Yes, you have created a new word. I like it. (wink, wink)
Farther west, actually. And btw, yesterday I wore my FDL t-shirt around to do some errands, waiting for some one to take note, but nothing yet.
Hi demi. That same person’s second comment implied that both SouthernDragon and myself were trolls too but going after molly for mentioning gardening was just inexplicably weird. Seemed to be a drive by though. I haven’t seen “Chickenbone” since.
Nobody has mentioned mine either. I was hoping to get some kind of reaction.
Other things? Just what are you implying, sweetie. But, really, you’re right. Everybody knows. Even most of the people who know me will ask me once in a while if I’m staying out of trouble.
Just did it to my post at MyFDL, Saturday Art, too, for giggles.
Good Morning All!
I have to say that Molly Ivins gave me the go ahead to say what I feel and think about political issues. Until we speak it and say it outloud it will never resonate in this world!
Growing up, one author that stands out the most for me was Norah Lofts. She was a Historical Story teller in my mind. I learned so much about history through her books. They are engaging and put faces and names to the characters, not just a run down of the players in history.
You know who will be my hero? Whomever invents a doorway I can get through without stubbing my damn toe! OUCH!
I don’t have a t-shirt, but any time I’ve mentioned FDL to folks, even politically aware ones, they haven’t heard of The Lake. Even when I say, you know, Jane Hampshire – she’s interviewed from time to time on MSNBC, there’s no recognition. It’s a small pond to others, it seems.
Troll gardening! Put in pepper plants and purple hull peas yesterday. Now we’re ready for the summer garden.
Oh My! You must place all consternation on thread comments. LOL! Good one!
I haven’t gone back to check, but “chickenbone” called me a troll, and then later insulted SouthernDragon, and left (or was banned?). I can’t for the life of me figure out his/her intent.
(Hamsher) Anyone who watches msnbc should recognize at least Cenk – and he posts here, too.
Fruit salad and bacon coming right up, msmolly!
Morning everyone,
I am trying to remember when any kind of hero personalities began influencing me. 10 years old I thought there was something special about JFK and then MLK flooded through into me in something of a heart-felt manner that was beyond intellectual comprehension at the moment. Early catholic training instilled a nature of understanding between genuine good and evil through the “jesus,” figure, which at the same time brought a clear understanding of the ridiculous nature of dogmatic religious practices.
I was out early this morning, did any of that make sense?
You have some great heroes listed, too!
And someone said “spit on God” and that seemed really irrational to me…to each her own….;)
Sorry for that misadventure. They seem to show up in pairs at times. It’s as if there is always a “mini-me” type trailing along.
I really suspect there isn’t as much awareness of blogs in general, and maybe even less awareness of progressive blogs, in the general population. The denizens of FDL probably read lots of blogs and other online sources, while the average person still gets news and opinion from print publications.
It’s a lovely day… a bit cool, but I think it will warm up. My daughter and I each bought wide-brimmed straw hats last night.
Sounds like a good outing….enjoy.
Yikes! I did phrase that incorrectly… Maybe Elliott will fix it for me.
Yeah that was gvandergrift. I was astonished and disgusted by that comment. I am an atheist, but I respect others’ religious beliefs and would never say something like that. He/she also said I wasn’t a troll, I am a Hoosier. I’m not sure whether that was an epithet or not.
Not likely… I didn’t see any jousting the last time I was there, two years ago. Couldn’t go last year. The friend I was going to go with was too sick, and my daughter’s car was already full.
It occurred to me later that his/her intent was to make us choke, just as the pseudonym implied.
Excellent! Keep that nose out of direct sun. Oh yeah, you can tie a colorful scarf around it and be awesome!
This is where we are going… check it out: http://sheepandwool.org/
I think maybe I will have a couple of hardboiled eggs to go with that! Yum, my stomach is growling.
Good one, Margaret!
LOL. Tie a colorful scarf around the nose? (Tee hee, just funnin’)
Coming right up. I could devil them for you… they go down much more easily that way.
It’s been almost twenty years since I went to fairs and such in MD, still am remembering one female jouster, who missed the ring she was aiming her wooden spear at, and mouthed “Shit”, to everyone’s great amusement.
We’ve been scrolling that individual at Swim for a couple of weeks now for good reason.
My favorite is Jane Bowles. She wrote one novel, one play and a few short stories, but they’re all great. I also love Carson McCullers, Edith Wharton, and Marguerite Duras.
Willa Cather cross-dressed and may well ahve been what we refer to today as transgendered.
It’ll take us about two hours… we left later this year. My daughter has a case of pleurisy. She thought only older people got that. And that it was pretty much something from a bygone era.
I dunno, Peggy. I was baffled. Guess it’s not worth spending brain cells to figure out. I just looked, and s/he hasn’t been back.
Gosh, Peggy. You and I are just so much alike. I used to call myself a clutz, but my husband tells me he thinks I just get so focused on something else that I’m not paying attention to my feet.
My pop, who will always be my hero, finally had it with me one summer after the second trip (ha ha) to the emergency room for foot owwies. The first trip included stitches. The second one was for a blue line going from my foot up my leg. It was poisoning of the lymph system.
One night he came home after work with two pairs of tennis shoes and said Debbie, I don’t want to see you barefoot one time for the rest of the summer. :(
Not too far from Camp David, then. Lovely territory.
LOL! Oops. I meant the hat. Y’all know.
Karen! That looks like a really great trip today. I see they even have garment competitions. I would like to see that and how they have used the woven pieces. Take good pics for us.
Yeah, I scroll too. Just about the time I write him/her off, s/he makes a rational on-topic comment. Marginal, IMHO.
I guess there’s a limit or script for what Hoosiers can be…who knew?
Oops. I don’t know why I did that. I’ll go make some coffee and be right back.
What a great example, Margaret… Barbara Jordan was a unique human being. Really humane.
Good idea… charging my phone now with a USB port.
I actually “devil” them the lazy way. I don’t like the dry yolk of a hardboiled egg, so I mash it with a bit of vinegar and sometimes a teensy bit of mayo and put it back in the white. I’ve always eaten HB eggs that way. People think it’s weird. To each his own.
I’m off to plant some yellow crookneck squash and green beans. Have a great day everyone!
That was about our method, also. What is the weird part?
Dunno. There’s a movie, but I’ve not seen it. I’m a transplant anyway, born in Ohio and spent most of my adult life in Michigan.
I dunno, but some people don’t like the vinegar part, I think. I often skip the mayo and just moisten the yolk with vinegar.
Molly Ivins is definitely one of my heroes… what a sense of humor she had. And she could really turn a phrase, too.
Well back to the main premise of heroines, I just fell in love with Hortensia of ancient Rome who expounded wimmin’s rights early on when the government tried to tax wimmin ( taxation without representation).
she got up on the Rostra in the Forum Romanum in full armor along with other patrician wimmin and gave a hell of a speech.
the wimmin weren’t taxed, by the way. But it was the first wimmin’s rights speech of the relatively new patriarchal order. Scared the crap out of the guys!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hortensia_%28orator%29
Other than her, of recent memory: Elizabeth Cady Stanton (http://www.nps.gov/wori/historyculture/elizabeth-cady-stanton.htm), Victoria Woodhull, Robin Morgan, Gloria Steimem! The Dixie Chicks. and one of my all time favorites…..Marie Curie, who proved that it wasn’t just men who could do kick ass science.
Oh, why did the younger wimmin drop the torch!
Sometimes I do deconstructed deviled eggs. I just put the condiments on a plate with the halved eggs and spread a bit of mayo or mustard on the eggs, maybe a few capers, too.
I’m sure you meant “more” awesome, right? And, Austiny too.
My current heroes are my age peers, most who have lived with the same spouse 50+ years fed and educated any number of children and now are settled into dealing with last years with courage and joy in spite of all the scary things.
My first heroine was my great aunt who taught me pacifism and my Celtic granny who taught me how to enjoy and tell a tale. My first hero my father who planted, grew and sold flowers all through the drought and dust and wars, who saw bringing beauty to serious occasions a high service.
The next two were the authors of the Vassar College Handbook of Streams and Rivers and Paul De Kruif in Microbe Hunters where I learned of the many great medical heroes as humans. A wonderful read still today.
The first medical heroine I actually met and knew slightly was Helen Tausig who revealed the physiology that led to the surgical treatment of Blue Baby syndrome.— and bugged the surgeons to do it.
Since then all the parents I knew who so bravely fought the battle to save the lives of their seriously ill children. Finally those wonderful courageous people I knew in my consulting room who outside the glare of anyone’s knowledge faced and disempowered the most frightening of personal ghosts.
Most of all I have been blessed to know so many just decent people and that is enough.
Love your list, Kassandra. One of my earliest admired women was Steinem.
Not to mention being my rep when I started paying attention to politics.
The Ballad of the Sad Cafe. A great one.
I had thought about Steinem and Friedan, as well…They truly energized a movement of great change. I wonder sometime how much energy has been lost and who are the spokespeople now…really not sure. The abortion debate has certainly shown how fragile some of the progress may be.
I used to live around the corner from her, (during the last years of her life), and she was as delightful in person. Many witty writers have only really been witty in their writing. Not Molly. She was as quick as lightning and as sharp as a razor!
My paternal grandmother had a washer with a wringer. It was pretty scary to me, as a child.
Women don’t often get high marks for heroism… but it’s because so many of us live below the radar.
Cellar47 and demi. Agree, Jane Bowles is wonderful. Also Flannery O’Connor. Everything That Rises Must Converge and others.
Really? Well I’m sorry for your pain but I feel a little less klutzy now if somebody like you does the same thing. When it comes to inspirational people at FDL, you were the second person I thought of.
I laugh that you think of yourself as part of the Troll Patrol.
I read quickly, so scrolling is not worth the trouble. Scrolling takes lots more time than reading.
Will you be testifying before the Government Accountability Board in WI?
Nice reflection…most of my peers did not make it for 50 years!! Having a very sick child was also part of my mother’s great strength….I wonder now how much her faith at the time played a part; she just kept doing what she had to do.
If you got your finger caught in it, it really wasn’t hard to get it out, especially as usually there were a few pieces of clothes going through at the same time.
Spot on. I think it’s also because our culture romanticizes violence so much and that’s usually, traditionally not a female role.
As the dad of a HS teen, it’s not cool to show your intelligence in some circles again. I hope she outgrows that and finds a different group of “friends” to hang out with in a hurry. Nothing I might try to say meets with approval as a valid concept at the moment.
Really great comment, TS. I’m always inspired by what you say and how you say it. Thanks for being you.
I saw the one woman play that was done here; very powerful. There were elements of sadness, maybe regret, that were portrayed. Another very strong woman, for sure.
LMAO! Yeah, teens are like that. The best you can do is try to provide guidance and eventually she’ll realize that you knew what you were talking about after all.
I won’t deceive you, I didn’t know her well but we used to have a Sunday night get together during those years and when we were at Brad’s house, she would sometimes stop by for a beer.
(((demi)))
The topic caught my morning mood.
Just to say….I need to set a ? minute warning, so I will start my day….
As mom to a grown few, they recover. You may one day hear how great a job you did in something you hardly realized got any notice at the time.
Sounds great. she was amazing.
Thank you. Very well said. :)
Aw, get outta here. Back attcha, though. You have had a great influence on me, dear one.
She stopped to complain about the noise and stayed to party with us, (when she realized we weren’t a frat party).
Mornin’, Karen, pups
My granma had a washer with a wringer. I remember turning the wringer handle for her.
Growing up I don’t remember having real-life heroes. After Viet Nam erased my naiveté my heroes came from those who focused on the downtrodden and exploited (geez, spoken like one of those damn godless socialists). One that stands out is a heroine rather than a hero, a woman who “… was denounced on the floor of the U.S. Senate as the ‘grandmother of all agitators’,” Mary Harris Jones. Yep, Mother Jones.
And there’s Gandhi and various and assorted other heroes/heroines.
She’ll grow out of it. Don’t forget what Mark Twain said.
And I saw your comment on Art Saturday, yes, did the Austin-ing. heh
Having technical difficulties… Laptop was installing some updates; doesn’t seem to be working now. I’m on my phone.
It’s hazy now, but I am pretty sure my MOTHER had a wringer washer when I was a child.
Wow! You knew Molly?
That’s just so unspeakably cool.
Mohandas K Gandhi was also an early inspiration of mine.
Good morning SD
(((hug)))
Except when you were a 4 or 5 year old boy whose mother was hanging the wash outside and left the wringer going. Then when he (I) reached up with my right hand, said hand got caught and pulled in half way up the arm.
It gave me a hell of a burn, bandage so big I couldn’t put on a shirt and left a scar for the longest time (mostly faded now)
My kids’ high school swim coach was a true role model for them during their high school years. He spoke at Baccalaureate (for my son’s graduation, I think) and recounted how after he went to college, every time he came home his parents had miraculously gotten smarter.
Like I said, barely. By the time I got to know her a little she was pretty terminally ill. Never showed a hint of fear though. Not to me anyway.
Back in the shed, an even older version sat, somewhat like a tanning bed with the cylinder full of holes inside, it spun and did the washing. Unique. But in the old kitchen, the wringer washer sat, and we kids did the wringing, running the wet clothes through so the soapy water gushed out.
O dear, that’s painful. I never saw any of that happen, but we surely were warned…..
I have tried to be consistent with her forever, both in example of behavior and in expectations. I would never have been able to maturely handle having a child before I finally grew up, around age forty, give or take a couple years.
Don’t look at me to remind you. I like you being here. :)
Thanks Margaret. I always enjoy what you have to say.
LMAO! How funny!
Back in the day, when I got my first real fall teaching assignment at a state university in the mid west, I decided to spend the summer preparing, to keep from making an embarrassing ass of myself. I asked around as to whose classes I should observe — to see how it was done. My assignment included both entry-level economics courses which were required of all students in the Social Sciences — Principles I and II — and more advance classes for econ majors — in Microeconomics and Macroeconomics.
Almost everyone I talked to recommended sitting in on a particular male professor’s intro classes. (Call him Warren Brown.) Warren had the reputation of making economics interesting to everyone and persuading lots of students that taking more economics — particularly, as a major field — was the way to go. As you might expect, his classes were mesmerizing. He made econ seem like physics — all powerful. He used to ask students to “turn the powerful searchlight of their mind on current problems” by using the tools he was teaching them. The class had 300 students and there were times that — I swear to god — 200 hands were raised to answer a question.
At first. I couldn’t figure out how he did it. Great personality. Profound knowledge of the subject matter. Extremely likable. But still, I kept asking myself: what the fuck was his secret? Then, after about two dozen classes, it dawned on me. I had his secret.
On every subject, every question, he brought the class along with him, step by step. He never asked a question that every sentient student in the class didn’t know the answer to. It was like a fucking rock concert — where you finish the rest of the chorus. An epiphany for me. Other less successful teachers favored asking questions that no one knew the answer to — to show how much THEY knew. This guy never asked a question that the slowest student in class couldn’t answer. I said to myself: I got your secret and I’m going to use it, buddy.
So, I knew how to handle the introductory course: Show the students how powerful economics made THEM. But then I got another piece of advice. Before you teach the advanced courses, sit in on Virginia Smith’s courses. (Not her real name.)
So off I went to Virginia’s courses in advanced Micro and Macro. First thing she says in both: Forget everything you learned in Principles; it’s all bullshit. And she proceeded to utterly destroy with logic and mathematics everything that I had learned from Warren and was about to teach in my Principles courses. Big dilemma: WTF do I do now?
Well, the answer was obvious: Even in Principles, per Virginia;s advice, stress the ASSUMPTIONS you are making. Always stress how the real world differs from those assumptions. Make the students comfortable with relaxing the assumptions so they understand that econ is only ONE tool for solving mankind’s problems.
So, both Warren and Virginia were heroes to me. I borrowed heavily from both. But at a time when Economics departments were dominated by men, it took a brilliant woman to show me that economics was useful, but that a little economics was VERY dangerous.
I’ve never forgot that either.
Yikes. That was more modern, then, because our wringer was hand cranked. I’d no doubt have one arm if I’d been left with one of those.
What an inspiring story!! I wish I’d had profs like that in my college Econ courses. I barely passed the minimum required Econ, and have never understood much about the subject. I’m not dumb, I think the prof just didn’t make it interesting. And it was one of those 300-student classes, too.
That’ quite a history, talkingstick!
One of my first heroes was my maternal grandmother… She did quite a bit for me. She taught me to knit and to sew (using a treadle machine).
When my granma got a washer with a motorized wringer she was livin’ in high cotton.
If you don’t mind a small bit of advice from someone who helped raise a teen…? Though not my own child, I helped raise a boy from 14 into adulthood and I found out that consistency is important but it’s also important not to be inflexibly consistent. Teens aren’t puppies and situational adjustments are often helpful.
Just my (unsolicited) .02
You remind me of a rather arrogant philosophy prof (U.Chi) who put me down once when I answered a question, for ‘cocktail party language’, then went around the class for answers, and finally came back to tell me that I had gotten it right after all. As you can see, I’m still enjoying that.
Yeah, I did not realize Ruth was talking about one hand cranked….my dad loved that “high cotton” phrase. I do not think Ive heard since he died many years ago. Funny to see it.
Im out….BBL; must start my day, dontcha know? Thanks, Karen. Such good company.
Very profound. I never thought of it that way. Thanks.
High on the hog, mine would say. That was the breakfront.
Later Rev and for what it’s worth, this Atheist doesn’t “spit on” God either.
I’ll have to look up Norah Lofts…
See? I had a Physics teacher who did that and we clashed and clashed until one day, out of blue it seemed, she realized I knew the material.
Approaching my dotage so many things that were once clear are less so.
The meaning of “hero” is an example.
In my youth it was an athlete who hit a home run in the bottom of the ninth in a big game or a warrior storming a compound in the in the middle of the night and shooting a bad guy. I am not so sure anymore.
Now, looking back it seems a mother staying up through the night with a sick child and then going to work the next day or a middle aged man coming home bone tired but taking time to shovel an eledrly neighbors drive might be where true heroism lies.
Frequently I hear, “Where are our heroes?” I think they are all around us.
This morning was a short solo canoe excursion, quiet with no wind, right at daybreak. Owl hooting, a heron standing on a shallow sand bar. Finishing a light breakfast and I’m out to the garden. I’m going to do a bit of weeding and edging around the asparagus bed and a sprinkling of fresh mulch. We are having our second day in the sixties, light cloud cover. Spring might be here. Everyone have a nice weekend and Happy Mother’s Day to all of you ladies who fit that bill.
lol That’s the old south comin’ out. Quite common when I was growin’ up.
So true. Well said.
Test of character passed, that a teacher admits to being wrong and goes over that line.
That’s a great list, Kassandra!
My grandmother had one of those hand cranked wringers, (in Louisiana). Finally she intentionally broke it so my grandfather would buy her an actual dryer. If I recall she had to make several attempts until he couldn’t get parts for it anymore.
Thanks, and I’ll be going out to the garden in a bit, first I have a fan to finish with, ready for the 90F degrees coming tomorrow.
We brought sun screen and I have lip aid, too.
Pop used to say Now, we’re cooking with gas.
x2
The wood stove left behind him, yes.
I never touched the thing. I guess my mother must have warned me about it.
Thanks Demi for kind words….I had an older friend who said in her family the phrase was “we’re railroadin’ now”…..funny how these reflect the culture..Yes, Im out…;)
To the TX State Fair, you want to take water too. But this early, I doubt it will be that dry in MD.
Gloria Steinem. I had a mad crush on her in the 70s. Managed to meet her at an anti-war event at USF in 04 or 05. The place erupted when she took the podium. She was with Michael Moore. Quite the event.
Well, much as I enjoy these Saturday mornings with good friends and the highest concentration of really bright minds anywhere, I have to get started. As usual, I’ll be back and forth for a bit while I get going. Jaa mata ato de, (see you later)
I still say that.
I saw her give a talk once at the Free Library of Philadelphia. She was witty and smart and we all laughed quite a bit.
She told us the story of some horrible party that was going to march through Austin. They decided to do something about it… everyone standing along the sidewalk mooned the marchers! What a hoot!
Me too.
Take good care of yourself.
Good thing you had sense enough to listen, I usually had to try it out to make sure it really was all that dangerous. And have the scars to show for it.
We have water, too. And I bought a couple of yogurts on the way, since I wasn’t going to get any oatmeal. Some granola, too.
Molly brought the weird to Austin, yep! Dunno if she authored it so much as reveled in it.
I was a very cautious child… not so much in my 20s and 30s, but I’ve reverted back to caution again as I age.
Now we’re cooking with gas on the front burner! And “high on the hog” was a common expression too.
I need to get busy. Sundresses to make for two granddaughters who specifically asked to pick out the patterns and material. Makin’ memories along with the clothes.
See ya later!
My dad used to say to me, “You gotta learn everything the hard way, doncha?” S’pose so.
Very provident! not woolgathering sort, are you (couldn’t resist). And now I see some neighbors outside, so I can go ask for another hand to help me put the fan back together.
Thanks for the usual great company.
I read that book she co-authored with someone else about “Shrub.” If more people had read that book, he never could have been elected.
Mine was too busy taking me in to get the stitches, maybe? Somehow we lived through it.
Oh, I am a woolgatherer from way back… growing up, I had few friends. So, I used to read or daydream, until later in junior high, when I finally had a few friends.
Yep. Molly Ivins should be required reading in high school government classes IMO.
You wouldn’t be a Sagittarius, would you, Ruth? Sagittarians love to test themselves physically. Or, maybe it’s in your first house.
Appreciate it, thanks, and yes that has been key, to be able to recognize and observe growth and changes.
I know I missed some comments during the technical difficulties. Going to catch up with them now.
Thanks, PW!
Heh, I’m a Sagittarius. I’m continually amazed that I’m still breathin’.
She was pretty amazing… I read everything that Texas paper had written about her as a tribute after she died. She was really beautiful, too.
I was going to ask you, too, SD!
Have a great day, Margaret!
I had a physics teacher who constantly bullied one of the kids in class. Finally, I just had to quit going to her class… it was just too painful. I had good grades in the beginning, but she failed me the last semester.
What I should have done was tell one of the counselors, but in those days, I just didn’t have that kind of confidence.
If Bev’s still around, or pops back in, I’ve been meaning to tell you about the new epsom salt I found. One is lavender scented and one is eucalyptus scented. They’re wonderful.
I’m gonna take off too. I’m making some hard boiled eggs to do an egg salad for sammies. The mister’s got to drive to SD for work in a bit, and I like to pack him something to take along.
Swell thread, KarenM. And, I believe it was Rev Bev’s suggestion to talk about heroes. Great idea and well played out today, everyone.
See yaz. And, going on with the old phrases, Don’t take any wooden nickels.
That’s a great story, msmolly!
Have a great day, demi!
And RevBev, thanks for the suggestion for today!
If I’m lucky, next week I’ll have some photos of the sheep & wool festival. That is, if my phone finally gets charged.
O wow, my mother used to say that to me; quite frustrated, Im pretty sure…often I think it’s still the truth…ugh
Thanks….just got back;)
In the one woman play, she says “I tried to tell yall….”
Have a great day, RevBev!
O, thanks…really nice discussion. And thank you.
I think you nailed it, oldgold!
My first hero was Eleanor Roosevelt. What a woman! My grandmother was very large in my life as was my Dad. Glad you mentioned Dorothy Sayers. A number of years ago there was a meeting of many mystery writers and they decided to discuss what the best mystery ever written was and came to the conclusion that it was The Nine Tailors by Sayers. I would probably have to agree.
I got told that too. Also, some teachers would tell me I was an underachiever. Those things stick. If people realized the affects that words have on people, especially young people, they might think twice before saying them. With my kids, I would stick to telling them how much I love them and how very proud of them I am. I still tell them that, and last week my daughter said it to me. They learn what they see, not what they are told. I’m pretty sure.
You’re most welcome, RevBev!
Many thanks to everyone who dropped by today… If anyone else has suggestions for topics, please feel free to leave them in the comments.
I’ve read a lot of her books in the past. Now I’m gonna hafta go to the library. Gives me a great excuse for putting off hoeing up grass patches in the back yard until later. Budget cuts caused the library to start closing at noon on Sat couple years ago. Sucks.
I thinks it kinda sucks that you’re not a parent. You would make a great dad, SD. Maybe not too late to do a Big Brother thingy? Oh, I know you have your hands full, it’s just that I think you’re a wonderful person with a lot of good human instincts.
It sure has.
If we falter on this, next will be our right to vote and own property.
When i can I donate to NOW. they are having a convention in FL and need $$$ to get sisters to the convention. So, anyone who want to help……http://www.now.org/
We NEED them
I saw her when she was stumping for John Kerry. I actually got to talk to her!
I don’t think half the young wimmin there knew who she was.
Yeah, me too. Pretty funny, a 60-something old dood mumblin’ and stumblin’. She was quite gracious. And beautiful.
I think most knew who she was. Pretty radical bunch.
Off to the library then come back and assault the back yard.
Be good to yourselves, and all other living things
Namaste
I learned the treadle machine from my mother who made all our clothes. She was pretty neat also.
I have been more than blessed by the people I have known. I didn’t plan it that way. It just happened.
I too recall grandma – and my mother – doing a lot of “canning” – bottles with poured wax seals and lids
and I remember gathering the veggies and fruits – sitting on a bench getting peas out of pea pods – a bit boring – but a nice memory – and I could pick without bending so much so I got a pat on the head for helping grandma’s back!
And after lunch going with grandpa and the dog to get the meat for dinner – some varmint shot within the hour, skinned in the open, and then stewed with tomatoes and potatoes and beans was my favorite.
It is an America that is a bit harder to find these days – we were within 20 miles of Chicago – and there are no farms or hunting land close to the cities anymore.
As for reading, the family had many languages they knew and read in – with flyers and newspapers in each at the house – very confusing for a kid that was to speak (after age 5) only in English so I could “pass” as an American.
Indeed after reading all the sci-fi written before 1955 and mandatory literature through the college years, I did not rediscover fiction reading until audio books for the long car trips. Still only do a couple of paper books a year – but that is a couple more than I did right after college.
I’m actually reading The Nine Tailors right now… I read it on the train, or when I’m waiting for Paul in the car.
Sorry, this was meant for Twain @193.
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