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Childhood Memories and Growing Up

saddle shoes and toysChildhood memories . . . most of mine are pretty good. I grew up as the eldest child of four in a small village in Wisconsin. My father was first generation Italian American, who worked in a hot, dirty muffler factory. My mother was a stay-at-home mom, who did everything from cutting our hair to canning everything my grandpa could grow in his garden. Her heritage was a combination of Danish, Dutch and English, so one memory I have was we called ourselves “Danos” because of our combined heritage.

I remember all of the things shown in this picture — especially the saddle shoes.

I remember my Dad throwing a baseball with my brother and me in the backyard. Unfortunately, if we muffed the catch, we ended up breaking the glass in the backdoor more than once. My mother would yell at all of us, until finally my Dad replaced the glass with plexi-glass.

We had a blow-up wading pool to cool off in the summer with the neighborhood kids. In the winter we were always outside playing in the snow — or shoveling it. Usually the shoveling came before the playing. We only came in when our knitted mittens were so wet and heavy with snow we couldn’t feel our fingers any longer.

One of the fondest memories was when my cousins, brother and I made up plays on Thanksgiving afternoon. We had an old 55-gallon barrel filled with old clothes we used as costumes. Dad had brought a couple of pallets home from the shop, so we used them for a set and a stage. We’d practice and practice until we were ready for the grown-ups to come down, sit on the basement steps and watch the production we had prepared. The best part was to hear their applause at the end.

My favorite storybook growing up? To tell you the truth, I don’t remember. It was probably Cinderella, Snow White or some other tale about a damsel in distress who was rescued by a handsome prince.


My generation had a dilemma. We were raised by women who had worked during the war, but were expected to give up their employment when their men came home. We were raise to be stay-at-home moms, but there was an undercurrent of discontent in that role. It’s no wonder their daughters were found on college campuses, burning their bras, and demanding equal rights. These young women threw out the childhood propaganda  a prince would come and they’d live happily ever after. They demanded the opportunity to have choices. They demand equal pay for equal work. They took jobs that were formerly known as jobs for men. And they had the audacity to demand control over their own bodies. All of that was great. We were liberated! Yeah!

But were we? When the reality hit home, we realized that we had created a monster. Society said, “You want to work. Fine. But you better damn well take good care of your home and children, too.” Now we had two careers instead of one — a professional career that gave us a check and a homemaker career that sucked the life out of us. The mistake we made was, we didn’t liberate the men, too!

For myself, I took a position of having one foot in both camps. After my children were born, I CHOSE to quit my job and stay at home so I could enjoy being a mom. I told myself I had waited long enough to have my girls; so I wanted the opportunity to see them grow from babies to toddlers to little girls to teenagers to women. However, I’m really not sure if that was truly MY choice.

But to this day, I’m not sure if I stayed home because I wanted to do so, or whether the people around me had brainwashed me that a GOOD MOTHER always put her children first and stayed at home.

After they were in elementary school and didn’t need me as much as they did when they were small, I was lost. Now I didn’t have a foot in either the feminist camp (where I truly belonged) and the status quo camp where I lived. The process of “finding myself” was just as hard at 35 than it was at 20. It took going to college to reclaim my true identity. I loved exposure to new ideas and learning things I hadn’t been exposed to as a girl or woman. I loved having intelligent conversations about things other than children and household duties.

Unfortunately, the people around me — my husband, some friends and parents didn’t see it that way. , and it ended in a divorce a year after graduation. And why? Because I had grown strong enough to stand on my own two feet.

My voyage of discovery helped me unearth Barbara again. No one’s wife or mother or even daughter. Just me. Deep down under my societal roles, I was a REAL person. . . not too much different from that little girl who used to make up stories and plays in the basement with her cousins. My childhood curiosity had resurrected again  I got back to writing something more than entertaining letters. It was exhilarating  In fact as I write this I’m excited all over again with that part of my life.

The only thing that had changed was my maturity tempered my viewpoints because instead of seeing only black and white, now I saw shades of gray. I’m not apologizing to my feminist friends for taking the path I did — exploring both a stay-at-home role as well as a professional one. I’m just glad I didn’t have the pressure to perform in both camps at the same time.

And the result of this effort?  I learned to feel the fear and do it anyway. An mantra I use to this day.


How a Mantra Changed My Life

One of my favorite bloggers, Dianne Gray, in her latest post asked her readers if they had a mantra they live by. I thought about it for about a second and knew what mine has been since I reclaimed myself when I was in college in 1987-1991.

The mantra is not original by any means. After my divorce, I did a lot of self-examination and read LOTS of books. One of them was Gloria Steinem’s, REVOLUTION FROM WITHIN. As I turned the pages, I realized my life and her’s weren’t that different. Except that she was famous and I wasn’t. She struggled with many of the same things that troubled me, like insecure, figuring out what it  meant to be a woman, and how to shed personal baggage. But best of all, she offered some advice that would change the rest of my life. She encouraged her readers to: Feel the fear and do it anyway!

Those seven words are now etched in my soul. After reading that book, I walked away from a fearful, negative woman to one who looked a challenge in the eye and conquered it. I took the opportunities that came my way–like traveling with  new friends, taking jobs that I had never done before and meeting new people who offered new points of view. I adopted a positive attitude no matter what happened. And learned to live gratefully. I walked away from the security that imprisoned me. I even walked away from money. (With a stack of bills staring me in the face, I wonder if that was a good idea.) No. Not really. The money in my life at that time had strings attached. I don’t need that kind of money ever again.

Yeah, taking chances was alien to me because I had let so many other people shape who I was and what I did for too many years. When I shed that “camouflaged” skin, I became a risk taker.  Now don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t not go bungee jumping or take up skateboarding. I just was brave enough to get comfortable in my own skin again. I came out of a cocoon after suppressing my true spirit for so many years. I rediscovered the child within that had been hiding for so many years. Better yet, I found a strong woman who could stand on her own two feet. I stopped hiding my intelligence and creativity. I even began writing again.

I’m happy to tell you that my adopted mantra saved me, and I will be eternally grateful. And like Gloria Steinem, I offer it to you. Go out there and “Feel the Fear, and DO IT anyway!”