Showing posts with label brave women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brave women. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2022

Hear us Roar!

 

By: Marcia King-Gamble

www.lovemarcia.com

This month’s topic Strong Women resonates strongly with me. I am a woman who grew up with trailblazers like Gloria Steinem and Bella Abzug. These were powerful feminists of the late 1960’s and early 1970’s and the two were founders of The National Women’s Political Caucus.




This group billed itself as a multi-partisan grassroots organization dedicated to recruiting, training, and supporting women who sought elected and appointed offices in government. But they were so much more. Credit for founding The National Women’s Political Caucus should also go to Shirley Chisholm, Betty Friedan, Fannie Lou Hamer, Jill Ruckelshaus, and Mildred Jeffrey.

Now back to the women’s movement which exploded in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. Until then, in certain states a husband forcing sex on his wife was not legally considered rape. Any purchases made all belonged to her husband, even if these items were purchased with her own earnings. Back then, married women could not obtain a credit card or get credit without her husband’s signature.

My personal experience with this was twenty plus years ago when I moved South from New York. I was in a commuting situation and opened a checking account in my name only. My husband opened his own account to be used when he came into town, yet the banker without permission, linked both accounts. When I questioned my balance, I was rudely told that as a married woman our accounts were the same.

You can imagine how upset I was when one day I discovered I had almost zero in the account and discovered that my husband’s purchases were being charged to my account. Let’s just say after my conversation with the banker, he probably has never been the same.  Adding fuel to the fire, he implied he would be reaching out to a co-worker (male and my counterpart), to let him know I was belligerent. 

A comparable situation occurred when I attempted to buy a place on my own. Mind you, I was using my own funds, and yet was told my husband needed to sign off on the paperwork so that I could obtain my apartment. Now really?

Back in the day, some states even barred women from jobs that required lifting more than 25 pounds. California employment ads often discriminated by gender and race. Nationally, firefighting and police work was restricted to men. Even women broadcasters were rare and paid far less than their male counterparts. Jobs that required authoritative figures were often off limits to women. Law and medical schools had female quotas. And on average, women made 59 cents for every dollar a man made, even when doing similar work. The largest gender pay gap involved women of color. Crude references were often made about women’s hormonal imbalance. Interesting, because even today women have to deal with the B word, while a man who might say the same thing Let me not digress. This post is about strong women. Do you think most men could make it through labor?

Yet here we are today, and while some progress has been made, women, more so than men, are still the objects of sexual harassment, hence the “Me Too Movement.” Thanks to Activist, Tarana Burke who created this group in 2006, women have come out of the woodwork to share their experiences about unwanted advances. They have shared painful and embarrassing memories kept hidden for years, fearing repercussion.

Women. You are my Sheroes! For years we have had to be strong, even stronger in  our silence.

To paraphrase, singer, Helen Reddy’s words – “We are women. Hear us Roar!”


USA bestselling romance writer, Marcia King-Gamble originally hails from a sunny Caribbean island where the sky and ocean are the same mesmerizing shade of blue. This former travel industry executive has spent most of life in the United States. A National Bestselling author, Marcia has penned over 34 books and 8 novellas. She has contributed to Michael Fiore’s DigitalRomanceInc and served as a moderator on the now defunct eHarmony advice boards. Having witnessed the bad, the ugly, and the not so good in relationships, she still prefers to write about happily ever after. Caring for her animal family keeps her grounded and sane.
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Thursday, November 22, 2012

MARGARET TANNER'S UNSUNG HEROINE


ONLY THE STRONG WOULD SURVIVE
I have no portrait to post with this. There are no newspaper cuttings, no articles in magazines or books. Few even know this lady’s story.

Born in a family ravaged by the Great War (1914 -1918), her father had his lungs poisoned by mustard gas in France in 1917. He returned to his farm, but never recovered, thus dying young and leaving a widow with 8 children to struggle on alone. Where were the male relatives, the uncles and brothers who might have helped out? Sadly, the battlefields of France and Belgium had taken their lives or their health.

For years this lady and her older sister milked 40 cows in the morning before riding their bicycles 8 miles into the nearest town to work, and after they returned home in the evening, they milked 40 cows again and did other farm chores. Needless to say, they handed their weekly pay packets, unopened, to their mother.

Years passed, and when the younger siblings were old enough to help things became easier. The lady was able to enjoy a social life.

As the black clouds of World War II hovered overheard, she became engaged to a young man before he marched off to war. And she waited, like thousands of other women, for her man to return, stoically working in the munitions factory and helping with the war effort.  Soon the love letters stopped, her soldier was listed as Missing In Action, believed Prisoner Of War. For two years she didn’t know whether he was alive or dead, but finally the news came. He had escaped his captors.

On his return home they married, had three children and settled into suburbia. Money was tight, but having been trained at a young age to be frugal, she managed to keep things going, and all was well.

But fate had another cruel card to play. A slow moving muscle wasting disease. But did she give up? No. She enjoyed her children and grandchildren, took holidays with her husband and did charity work. All the while this hideous disease spread it’s ugly tentacles throughout her body, sapping her strength, but never breaking her spirit.

After her husband died, she stayed in her own home for a few more years.  The disease spread, hungry and evil, it could not be stopped.  Finally, when she could no longer walk, she bravely set about finding a suitable nursing home.

Thankfully, she died before she had to leave her beloved home and cherished memories.

How do I know all of this? The lady was my mother.

My message to everyone is – cherish your mother, because the world is a sad and lonely place without her.
 
Please raise your cyber glasses of champagne, and drink a toast to yet another unsung heroine.