If you’re interested in a story about my mom’s adventure with a rewards program, Redemption was published this week in the September Issue of Adelaide Literary Magazine. You can read it at www.adelaidemagazine.org. Redemption is the first essay listed under NONFICTION. Enjoy!
An essay about the Equal Rights Amendment (ERA) is next. Who cares about the ERA? Who needs the ERA?
Florence, a friend’s mother, worked on the assembly line during World War II at General Electric. After the war, her boss called her in. “Florence, can you do a man’s job?" She said, "That's the wrong question. I'm already doing a man's job. The right question is 'Will you pay me a man's wages?'"
My own daughter recently told a prospective employer when asked her current salary, “I’m not being paid what I’m worth. Here is my salary requirement for this position.”
The ERA is about equality for sure, but it’s also about basic economics. Women continue to be underpaid even though the Equal Pay Act passed in 1963. After 5 minutes on the internet, I found three recent lawsuits regarding systemic discrimination in pay, promotion, and sexual harassment at Goldman Sachs, Wal-Mart, and Nike.
Who can resist a story like this? Please comment below if you have thoughts on this subject. I can’t wait to get started!
It’s been awhile. There is a good excuse. Memorial Day Weekend, I fell off my bike and broke my collar bone! Twelve weeks later, I am heavy into PT and the future is looking brighter. So many people have tales about collar bone breaks. Most from bike accidents. There must be a story here.
My 6 year old grandson came to visit me for two weeks in late June. He was not at all concerned that my dominant arm was in a sling, and I couldn’t drive. Between Denis, my sister Martha and my friend Pat, our adventures mostly included water in the form of lakes, the Atlantic ocean and splash pads. We even rode the bus and an Uber to round out our journey.
Yes, I’ve been writing as well. Finished the green stamp story. Titled it “Redemption.” If you want an advance copy, email me email@example.com. It will appear in the September issue of the Adelaide Literary Magazine.
My next adventure is to research the status of the Equal Rights Amendment (ERA). There are many similarities to the 19th Amendment’s journey. Full ratification requires one more state. Then on to the legal battles of expired time and states that have rescinded their vote.
Some say we don’t need the ERA anymore. Tell that to the US Women’s Soccer team that won the World Cup last month. Their earnings are a few million dollars behind the men’s team that had a disappointing year. Will women’s soccer be the new champion of the ERA?
“A Stone in My Pocket” was published yesterday in L’Éphémère Review. Check it out www.ephemerereview.com/dulcet.
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The day has arrived. Getting to Oxford was published in the Green Briar Review (GBR: Spring Issue) and here is the link http://www.greenbriarreview.com.
This is a first for me!
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A friend shared a quasi-obituary with me today. James Hagerty is an obituary writer for the Wall Street Journal, and he wrote his own obit. (He's still quite alive) James is encouraging us all to write our own obit and emphasize what we want people to know about us. “What were we trying to do? Why? And how did it work out?” What influenced our journey?
It seems unnatural to write your own obit when you're still alive, but I am curious how it will read. Legacy has been interesting to me lately, so here goes. James talks about the names we are given vs. what people call us.
I was born Elizabeth Anne Kilcoyne. My most popular name was Beth. Mom called me Bethy, and those who wanted to take their life in their hands called me Liz! At age twenty-eight, I moved to Ipswich, MA and introduced myself as Elizabeth. Everyone followed suit, including mom. Now when a new person asks, “What do your friends call you?” I say, “Elizabeth." A final thought on names. I have a European passport by virtue of my grandparents being born in Ireland. So much documentation to gather for this passport. When I requested my birth certificate, looking at a microfiche copy, I said, "This is wrong. I don't have an "e" at the end of Anne." The clerk replied with some attitude, "It's an exact copy of your birth certificate." I called my mom and asked if there was an 'e' at the end of Anne. Without hesitation, she said, "Yes."
I lived a long time actually mourning no 'e.' I got my first passport when I was twenty-one, and it didn't have an 'e,' so that was my proof. At that time, birth certificates were typed on a typewriter, and the person made a mistake. Go figure.
At this rate, my obituary will be longer than my life, and I haven’t even mentioned catholic school yet, or when I gave up my virginity.
What would your story be if you could write it yourself?
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Happy Mother's Day!
I’m happy to report that my Camino story, A Stone in My Pocket was accepted by L’Ephémère Review for their next issue. It’s a new online review (2016) and interested in ephemeral and transitory stories/poetry. The next issue is “Dulcet” described as honey-sweet and aching, mellifluous and wonderous, music that carries you over both mountain and sea, stories that weave like a symphony through your life. I guess walking the Camino de Santiago can support that! I’ll let you know when it’s published.
Who Remembers Green Stamps? is almost ready for submittal. This week a friend told me she got her first vacuum cleaner with green stamps. Took the bus to the S&H Green Stamp Redemption Center to pick it up.
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My next adventure is flying to Colorado Springs to collaborate on a story with my daughter, Anna, about our trip to Greece in 2015 and other compelling parts of her life.
I have been enjoying talking to my siblings about my next family story: Do You Remember S&H Green Stamps or My S&H Tea Service.
The memory can be uncertain and problematic. We’re talking about events that happened in 1963 and 1964. My two older brothers remember licking S&H Green Stamps and pasting them carefully into books, but that’s it. My younger sister remembers collecting the stamps and the tea service, but I’m the only one that remembers the Tea Party! I intend to use all their memories as an illustration of the memory conundrum, and still tell the story as I remember it. My mother will be the last to interview, which was scheduled for today, but she dislocated her shoulder in a fall yesterday, so that will have to wait.
My mom has some difficulty with words now, but she will recall the details of the events which will help my memory.
When I was at a reception recently and asked what I was writing about, I said green stamps. Two people immediately had stories. One shared that her aunt gave her books of green stamps as a wedding present and she got new towels at the redemption store.
Another told of a church that had a theme for each month. Last month it was redemption, and when one of the members was asked what redemption meant to her, she said, “When I was a little girl, I went to the S&H Redemption Store with my mother.”
My brother said, “I didn’t know you could buy redemption at a store. Are there any of those left?”
Share your stories about S&H Green Stamps.
This is my first blog on any subject. As you know from my website, I’m new to writing personal stories. Finance and administrative policy has been my bailiwick. I waded into newspaper writing briefly with stories about supporting peace efforts and women’s equality. However, at this point so many political endeavors are filled with distress, distraction and distrust, I’m not inclined to write about them. I hope that changes in the future.
Right now I’m pursuing personal stories about travel and family. My first journey was precipitated by the end of a 30 year marriage which was an overwhelming experience. I didn’t know who I was after that. So I spent thirty eight days walking and thinking on the Camino de Santiago, and meeting others who were doing the same. Everybody had their own reason.
I’m finding personal stories inspiring and refreshing to write. Are you writing?
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