September 15, 2009

donnareed.jpgI feel so strongly on this issue.  It gets down into my very core.

I am 71 years old.  My mother worked out of the home for five years before she had me.  The first year of my life my father cared for me since my mother had the job at Illinois Bell Telephone and he had no job.

My mother should never have had children.  She and my father did not have a good marriage.
I watched all of this and made up my mind that when I met the man I would marry before I would marry him he had to be Irish, Catholic and willing to be the breadwinner.

I figured out if we were the same ethnically and religiously we had two things going for us.  My husband agreed that I would stay home and raise our children and care for my home and for him.  To me it was my vocation.  I never felt less than any woman who so called "worked out of the home."  I did not go to college and I never have regretted it, I educated myself.
I got to see everything my babies (four of them) did first.  I got to be at home when the kids came home from school and yelled out to me "hey mom, where are you?"  I never had that luxury as a child.  I had a key hung on my neck and let myself into a lonely house.  My mother had two more children and I raised them.  I took home ec classes to learn how to cook for my brother and sister but also to know how to cook and sew for my future husband and family.

When I was a child we lived in a suburb of Chicago and all the women stayed in the home and did the hard work of a house wife.  They also kept and eye on me and my sibs.  I could go to them when I needed help.

Two years of my childhood my mom stayed home and I so loved it, it was before and after she had my sibs.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven to have my mom be like other moms.
In my years from 10 years old and on my mom became mentally ill and was in and of hospitals until it broke my dad financially and then she ended up at a terrible snake pit of a mental institution in Chicago.

All the while I was the "mom" at home.

I first told my husband, he was a Marine I had met when I traveled with my aunt and uncle to Cherry Pt., NC in 1955, those things I would accept in a husband.  I was 17 and he was 19.  We married one year after we  met.  I ran away from home to marry him.  We had a good marriage I think because I did stay at home and did all the things that needed to be done but it also freed me up to do so many things with my kids.
 
I feel sorry for any woman who has to work out of the home and is hating it.  They were sold a rotten bill of goods and I saw it all happen.
 
This country changed so when the women left the home to "work."  My women neighbors when I was ten years old and a young girl would go in a group to a school principal if they found out anything was going on at school they didn't like.  They got rid of street bullies.  They rules their neighborhoods.  Who needed the police?  Kids were spanked then and I spanked my kids.  Today more of my time at church or in a restaurant have been ruined by out of control kids.

The left wanted to indoctrinate the kids and they did it.  Moms should have done that, not any school teacher.

I did fight this feminist mess and the schools and tried so hard to keep summer vacation a full three months.

I got it for my kids but today the moms let the schools baby sit their kids and now some areas in this country school summer vacation is down to two months or less.  State babysitting. 
Sorry this took so long but I so feel this nonsense with women "finding them selves" has been a total blight on our country and it upped prices in the cost of homes, and so many other things once the money grabbers saw they could get more from a couple working out of the home.  Suckers all the women were.
 
All this was totally contrived as you say.  You are right on the money.




Henry Makow is the author of A Long Way to go for a Date. He received his Ph.D. in English Literature from the University of Toronto. He welcomes your feedback and ideas at