Friday, June 19, 2020

Aunt Jemima and General Lee

Early rendition of Nancy Green as Aunt Jemima

In the past week, Quaker Oats announced they were changing the name and logo for their Aunt Jemima products. This announcement has spurred public outcry against Quaker Oats, leading one of my friends on social media to repost a rant about Ms. Nancy Green and how if they remove the Aunt Jemima name they are "erasing" all of Ms. Green's accomplishments and history.

This same argument has been made regarding the removal of civil war statues. People are crying out that removal of these statues erases part of American history.

This idea of "erasing history" by removing a likeness is a false notion. For those who have posted lengthy essays on the memory of Nancy Green and all her accomplishments, did you know or care who she was prior to Quaker making this announcement? Do you know that "Aunt Jemima" was not Ms. Green's nickname prior to her work as the face of the product? In fact, the term "Aunt Jemima" was generally considered to be a black woman who was a servant to white people. Also, according to Quaker's website, Aunt Jemima was developed as the first ready-mix pancake mix in 1889, while Ms. Green did not become their spokesperson until 1893.

Removing the name "Aunt Jemima" and the current likeness from their products cannot erase anyone's history. First, Ms. Green was not Aunt Jemima and the current likeness the company uses was implemented in 1989, long after Ms. Green had passed away. Second, removing someone's likeness cannot erase them.

Statue in Richmond VA
This takes us to the statues of confederate war heroes. People all over the South are claiming that removing these statues of men who lost their war is erasing American history. They claim to believe that everyone will suddenly forget about Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and others with statues in their honor.

Have you ever heard of Idi Amin? I doubt there are many (if any) statues commemorating this Butcher of Uganda. Does this mean that the atrocities he carried out did not happen? What about Adolph Hitler? If you haven't heard of Amin, you have heard of Hitler. I do not know of any statues honoring him, either. Does this mean the holocaust didn't happen?

Taking down statues which honor heroes for a war that they lost does not take away the war or the efforts those men put into that war. American history will forever be marked by the Civil War. The men who fought valiantly on both sides of this war will be studied and talked about for years to come. This is part of our history. It will not be erased by the removal of the statues that remind many who gaze upon them of why the South fought so diligently (to maintain their status as slave owners).

For those who are afraid of history being erased, take it upon yourselves to study history more thoroughly and to encourage your children to study history more thoroughly. Not just American history (which, really, is a minor portion of our overall history), but world history. It is important to have an understanding of why nations and peoples made the decisions they made. What led up to conflicts and how resolutions were reached.

History is simply the story of what has happened; and removing symbols and statues will not change or erase history. If keeping history alive is important to you, the best way to do that is to learn as much history as you can. Do not deny the parts which make you feel uncomfortable and embrace only the parts that make you feel good. If anything, seek out the parts of history that make you feel uncomfortable. If we do not learn about the mistakes of our past we are bound to repeat them.


Thursday, January 16, 2020

Decisions At The Fork

                                                                    Photo credit: The Muppet Movie (1979)



Ever since I can remember I wanted to be a wife and a mother. I can remember playing pretend with my dolls or having my friends play "house" with me, one of us being the mother and the other being the father. We played very stereotypically, pretending Dad goes off to work while Mom stays home and cares for the children.

For the most part, this dream came true. While I did work outside the home some of the time, I was able to fulfill my desire to stay home and raise our children. And when the youngest started pre-k, I began working as a substitute teacher at the elementary school where the two younger children attended. It was a financial sacrifice to spend those years not working a full-time job, but I do not regret them.

As a mother who worked as a substitute I had the flexibility to take off work to stay home with a sick child or go on a field trip or take one of the kids on a Mom-and-me field trip to do something fun or watch history-in-the-making. For example, I let my middle child skip school one day to go with me on a tour of the state capitol building. We visited the governor's office (but missed seeing him) and the state treasurer's office, where she was able to hold a stack of $100 bills worth $100,000. We were able to sit in the balcony and listen to the state senate debate a bill, after which, we enjoyed lunch together.

While my family did not amass any wealth during these lean years, I invested time into my children's lives. I lived my dream of being a Mom.

Now, however, my youngest child is in his last years of high school and my time as full-time Mom has wound down. And I don't know what to do. While I will always be "Mom," I don't know what the "and" will be. I am at a fork in the road and I don't know which way to go. Honestly, I am not even sure what my options are. I spent so many years dreaming about being a mom, then living the life of a full-time mom that I never considered what would come next. What happens when the last child moves out? What will I do with my time once the children are old enough to go do their own thing and they don't need me like they did when they were little?

I am slowly working my way through answers to these questions. I once thought I wanted to be a teacher. Obviously, I enjoy being in the classroom because I have worked as a substitute teacher for several years. I am so close to having my teacher certification, but I am unsure that I want to be in the classroom on a full-time, regular basis. However, it would be steady work with a steady income and benefits. So, there's that.

Also, obviously, I enjoy writing (why would I write this blog if I didn't?). While I am in the process of writing a manuscript for a novel and I write this blog, I am having difficulty in learning how to translate my love of writing into a money-making possibility. I am researching local publications and local online news sites to see if I can submit freelance articles, but many of these want to see my previous work. What if there is no previously published work? How am I supposed to break into a field to get experience when even the entry-level positions want experience? Feels like a catch-22.

So, here I am, sitting at this giant fork in the road and still no idea which direction to go. Oh! And guess what? Just because I have narrowed things down to teaching and writing, there are literally hundreds of directions I *could* go. I know that, but I have to start somewhere, right?

EDIT: I originally wrote this just over a year ago. In that time I have managed to find a bit of paying work as a writer. I have taken teaching off the table. While I love making those teacher-student connections, the reality is that my love for being in the classroom has waned.



Thursday, August 15, 2019

The First Day of School and Missing My Momma



photo cred: Me

Today was the first day of school for my son. My youngest. My only child still in school. He started his junior year of high school today. In just two short years he will be moving off somewhere to begin the next phase of his life. But, for now, he's still home.

Every year I ask my school-age children what they want for breakfast their first day of school. Every year, without fail, the response is "chocolate chunk pancakes." So, today started with chocolate chunk pancakes and my son heading off in his new outfit. Once I dropped him off at school I went home to thoughts of my grandson beginning kindergarten today. It was a big day for my tribe! I really wanted to talk to my mom about all the milestones of the day.

I guess I never realized how ingrained it had become for me to call my mother on the first day of school. The kids have gotten back into their routine and the house is quiet again, allowing me time to talk to my mom about upcoming plans and other first-days. But, my mom passed away almost three years ago. My heart forgot for one brief beat and I wanted desperately to talk to her about how grown-up my son is and how big my grandson is. I needed to hear her voice reassuring me that all is as it should be.

There are times I miss my Momma so much I cry. Today was one of those times. My heart aches from missing her as much now as it did those weeks after she'd first passed away. Not always. Most days are good and thoughts of my mom make me smile, but somedays, today, it's almost like losing her all over again. Those days when my heart forgets for that single beat that Mom is not here. 

Well, enough melancholy for one day. My son had a good first day of 11th grade and my grandson had a great first day of kindergarten. My heart is full and my mom would be proud of all of us.