Oh my, women on bikes!

June 14, 1895

From the Board of Trustees, College Point, Long Island

“We, as Trustees, are responsible to the public for the conduct of the school, and are in great measure, guardians of the morals of the pupils. In the first place, I do not consider it to be the proper thing for any young lady to ride a bicycle, and in the person of a school teacher, it is particularly out of place. As far as the question of riding before or after school hours and when away from the school is concerned, we have no authority, but we will not permit them to ride bicycles to or from the schoolroom.”

“It is not the proper thing for ladies to ride the bicycle. They wear skirts, of course, but if we do not stop them now they will want to be in style with the New York women and wear bloomers. Then how would our schoolrooms look with the lady teachers parading around amongst the boys and girls wearing bloomers ? They might just as well wear men’s trousers. I suppose it will come to that, but we are determined to stop our teachers in time, before they go that far.”

Neverthe less, she persisted*

Yes, indeed.

Notes

*Mitch McConnell after silencing Senator Elizabeth Warren in the US Senate in 2017.

See also article by David Dinsmore in MS Magazine June 2020 which included the photo.

Perfect but too late

I wish I had seen this sign in my neighbor’s yard before the election.

Only one choice

On the eve of our election

 

I should be sleeping. 

That thought kept running through my head in the early morning hours.  

I listened to several meditation podcasts before I finally dropped off. 

This morning, I don’t feel rested.  I feel anxious and on edge.  

Tomorrow is Election Day in the USA.  

Yet, I know it will not be over regardless of who is elected president. 

I hope my fellow Americans, regardless of political persuasion, will do the right thing.  

We have so much work to do together.  

Entitlement?

Near my house is a private school with a playing field made of turf.

Neither the field nor the playground are locked up which is nice for the neighborhood. I enjoy walking by and seeing children playing on the outdoor equipment or older kids practicing fall sports.

At the entrance to the playing field is a sign that reads that dogs are prohibited on the field.

This morning as I walked by I was amazed to see a middle-aged woman allowing her two Golden Retrievers to play on the field. One was an adult and one was an older puppy.

I stopped. I was flabbergasted that an adult would ignore the posted sign. I have seen young teenagers flaunting the rules around my neighborhood. But to see this behavior in an adult left me speechless.

I just stood and watched. Finally, she packed up her dogs and left.

This is a big deal to me. I have lived in neighborhoods where the school playgrounds were fenced and locked which prevented the nei ghborhood children from playing on the fields or the equipment.

I would hate to see our neighborhood children deprived of this playground and field.

Sigh…

Words

Kind words heal and help,

cutting words wound and maim.

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Sculpture in stainless steel and glass.

Artist Sharon Warman Agnor

The Odd 1s Out

 

As someone who has often felt like the odd one out, this book a was a fun read.  

I appreciated the author’s droll sense of humor as he recounted episodes of his youth.

I found little gems in every chapter which reminded me of my youth and my hard won self-confidence.  Continue reading “The Odd 1s Out”

We’re doing our part

I have asthma.  Breathing can be a problem for me.

I don’t like wearing a mask.  I miss  hugging my friends and family.

Yet, I don’t want to get COVID 19 nor do I want to transmit COVID 19.

The decision is simple.

I am an adult.  I wear a mask.  I stay 6 feet away from others.

What’s so hard about that?

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~Photo Lori Greer in Portland August 2020~

Little stones

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Smooth to the touch.

Soothing and pleasing to the eye.

Little stones

The end of my sanity

Most of my days are pretty peaceful.

They are predictable especially now during the pandemic.

My house stays clean and tidy because there are so few visitors.

That’s all coming to an end around mid-September. Continue reading “The end of my sanity”