This month, I will join hundreds of concerned citizens in the Sacramento area for the 3rd annual Women’s March. Each year, I have marched as a way to speak out for the rights of all women, but also as a tribute to my grandmother.
My grandmother comes into my thoughts often, even though I was only 15 when I said my last good bye to her. She was a single mother, “widowed” in 1915, with few rights or benefits, including the right to vote.
In 1917, when the United States entered World War I, better employment opportunities were available for women, as they were now needed to fill the factory jobs. So my grandmother and father left their Sierra Foothills town of Murphys, California, and moved to Vallejo, where she worked/served as a yeoman at Mare Island Naval Ship yards. War years salaries for women were high enough that she was able to purchase the small house where she lived with my father until he graduated from high school and went off to college. Although my grandmother’s formal education ended in grade 4, she was forever an avid learner and planted that seed in my father.
Fifty+ years later, I continue to marvel at her strength, her unwavering kindness, her ability to live simply and to spread/exude acceptance of people with different beliefs and from all walks of life.
When I sit at my computer, I glance at my World War II Rosie the Riveter poster (a gift from a friend) that hangs above my desk and serves as a daily reminder of the ongoing struggles and accomplishments of working women. I think about my grandmother’s life, spanning two World Wars – a timeline of resilience and positivity.
A new picture now hangs beneath my Rosie poster, a moment captured from last January’s Women’s March by Sacramento artist Susan Silvester. Titled We the People, this picture is also a reminder that yes, we can do it. It was my grandmother’s generation that started women down the pathway to equal rights. Generations later, the Women’s March is a reminder to stay the course.
On January 19, when I once again put on my pink pussy hat and head to the capitol to join “people of all backgrounds–– women, men and gender nonconforming people, young and old, of diverse faiths, differently abled, immigrants and indigenous … to march in solidarity, celebrating women’s rights as human rights,” I hope I make my grandmother proud.
January 10, 2019 at 7:49 pm
I love this, Gail!! Your grandmother was way ahead of her time, and her perseverance and strength is inspirational. I really like the way you weave the story of her resilience into your activism with the Women’s March. It’s true that women, like you say, have “ongoing struggles and accomplishments,” but I think that makes us all all the more strong. Thank you for sharing!!
January 11, 2019 at 12:07 pm
Oh, Theresa, it was your beautiful blog post about your grandmother that inspired me to sit down and share a little of my grandmother’s story and generation. Thank you, my Edublogs/Twitter/ISTEdigcitPLN friend.
January 10, 2019 at 7:59 pm
What a lovely tribute to your grandmother. She sounds like an inspiring woman!
I’m curious, how do you know so much about her story? Do you remember from your early teens or did your parents tell you a lot?
It’s fascinating to think about how stories are passed down. Sue Waters and I have discussed photos a few times and the best way to pass these on to future generations.
I’m sure you’ll make your grandmother proud on January 19!
January 11, 2019 at 12:04 pm
It was not until the 60’s when I realized the lack of voting rights, food stamps, etc., that my grandmother and her generation lived through. Never did I hear a disparaging word from her. With only the equivalent of a 4th grade education (my dad told me that), she encouraged my dad to go onto college and complete a degree in journalism. Such a strong, caring soul.
With much appreciation for the Edublogs venue for sharing/documenting our stories,
January 12, 2019 at 5:10 pm
It’s so easy to forget how difficult things were in generations gone by. And it’s a great reminder as it’s so easy for us to complain about little things these days!
Your grandmother’s spirit lives on!
January 17, 2019 at 1:44 pm
It was great to read your story about your grandmother. I had a similar thought that Kathleen did about how you knew so much of her history. It’s great that you were paying attention, and documenting. Those are treasured stories. And such a cute picture of your dad and grandma.
All the best to you and all the women who will march in just a couple of days. This is truly a remarkable time in our history. Thank you for standing for women.
January 17, 2019 at 7:42 pm
Oh, Denise, I just visited your students’ blog post – and am completely drawn in. What ages are they? I would love to connect your class with a class in my district.
January 17, 2019 at 9:58 pm
Nice! Thank you, Gail. They are 10-11, in grade 5, all English learners (native Arabic speakers). They will be blogging in March for the student Slice of Life challenge. We would love to have a class to connect with in the blogosphere, if you know of anyone who would be interested! Thank you for thinking of us.