Continuing with the alphabet I started way back when, I thought I would try to list all the “C” things that mattered to me at the moment. First of all there’s my daughter Connie who is only just beginning to like me again, but doesn’t want me to mention her in my blog ever, ever again. I will say this however, her youngest daughter received notice this week that she had been accepted to Virginia Tech starting in the fall. Hooray. That’s what Joy wanted.
The next C word is completion. I have finished a solid first draft of my historography paper on “women and reform during the nineteenth century and into the Progressive Era in the United States.” That’s not the title, but the title is almost as long. Hisortoriograhy is the way historians write history.
One thing I know after studying history all these years is that historians generally agree on the broad outlines of a topic, but every one of them will write about it in a different way. For example: Yes, there was a women’s movement of sorts at the turn of the nineteenth century, but history didn’t happen the way Marxist Feminists like Linda Gordon have depicted it. Rather, women during the nineteenth century disagreed about most things. They came from different backgrounds, regions of the country, economic circumstances and education levels. Some were Republicans, some Democrats, some Populists and some with one of the many other political parties. Some were Suffragists, but even the Suffragists were split into at least two camps. Women were issue oriented and tended to side with the group that offered them some possibility of redress on their issue of greatest concern.
So what is new? One of my pet peeves is when someone stands up and says, “women think…” or something similar. Women don’t agree about much of anything, which is probably why it has taken so long for them to achieve parity with men. Even today, there are women who will yell and scream and stamp their feet over this presumed slight or that presumed slight while others think they never had it so good.
This is not to make light of the evils that seem to persist in this world. Rather, Western women might look at the glass as half full, rather than half empty.
When I was a girl, my dad took me to Charlottesville VA to visit the University of Virginia. I wanted to major in history and attend UVA, but it was not to be. Many programs were not open to girls in those days. Or if they were, there were huge obstacles had to be overcome. I eventually ended up at Mary Washington College, which was affiliated with UVA, but was a “girls school.”
In May, my second oldest granddaughter will graduate from UVA with a degree in environmental science. Now, that’s what I call progress. Maybe what we get in this life is progress, not perfection.
White Liatris and pink Echinacea
Echinacea ‘White Swan’
C is also for Coreopsis, picture (3) above. David and I planted them in the long perennial bed out front. They are tough little plants from the American prairies, and able to withstand the summer heat and drought. I am combining the Coryopsis with white Echinacea (2) above, we planted last fall, blue balloon flowers, Liatris Spicata Alba (1) also planted last fall, white Phlox, pink Japanese Anemone that cannot be removed, and ruddy Sweet Autumn Sedum. If It turns out well, I will post a photo later this growing season. If it looks like heck, we will dig it up.
I can’t think of many more C things at the moment, but I probably will after I sign off. Dang it.