How Others Saw my Mother

I have heard from a few cousins who said my mother was a big inspiration for them. They saw her as an adventurer and as a feminist. My cousin Mary saved all the articles that my mother wrote for the local paper about her travels in Europe, 1952-54. She was 12 years old at the time, and my mother's writings had a significant impact on her. And this past year Mary lovingly typed my mother's handwritten memoirs. My cousin Jane was also very moved by my mother and considered her an independent woman.

I truly believe this was my mother before she was married. It was gutsy of her to leave the U.S. and live in Europe for two years. That was certainly adventuresome, and it was the mark of a liberated woman.




It's just that this was not the woman I knew. For some reason, maybe because she was so unhappy in her marriage and maybe because she felt trapped in the role of the mother of two children, she shut down. Far from adventuresome, she downright refused to participate in activities with her family. She grudgingly went camping, but never went exploring with Dad, Tim, and me. Instead she would stay at camp and read the newspaper. A few years back, my brother happened upon a journal I had kept during one of our extended camping trips to Montana and Wyoming. Every entry began with, "Dad, Tim, and I went on a long hike after breakfast. We went exploring. Mom didn't want to go. She stayed in camp and read."

So often I tried to get her to participate, but she always begged out of whatever I suggested. I remember driving 150 or more miles to Joshua Tree National Monument with her and Aaron when she visited California one winter. I was so excited to show her the fascinating boulders in this area--something she definitely could not see in Wisconsin. Despite cajoling, she refused to leave the van and walk a few feet to take in this glorious landscape. This was her reaction to hundreds of things I attempted to entice her to do over the decades. She just wasn't interested and didn't want to try anything new. I'm sorry she shut down her adventuresome side, but perhaps she used it all up in Europe during those two magical years.

But that's not exactly true either. She did go on adventures, only not with her family. I remember that she took solo vacations--a driving trip around the Great Lakes, a barefoot cruise of the islands off Maine, a cross-Canadian train trip. And she vacationed with her friend Marianne in the Caribbean. No, I guess it's just that she didn't want to do anything with her husband and kids. And when I was not yet a teenager, she applied for a permanent position in Germany. Had she gotten the job, she would have left her family and perhaps continued the adventure she started in 1952. So perhaps she was adventuresome, as my cousines maintain. It's just that I never saw that side of her.

And liberated woman, well, that too is not quite right. Yes, she gave money to the National Organization for Women and, yes, she worked in responsible positions. But as my father said, "She wants to be independent, and she wants someone to take care of her." I don't believe she ever read any set of directions. She would simply say she couldn't do it and leave it for someone else to figure out. This kind of helplessness I did not associate with liberation. She would also say very traditional things about men and women, especially as regards relationships. And she would always take the advice of a man over any woman's. In fact, I could say something and she wouldn't hear it, and my brother could say the same thing a few minutes later and she'd take it to heart. I think she wanted to be progressive and thought of herself as progressive, but really would have preferred that a man take care of everything from money to fixing things. Of course, when no man was around, I became the man, running errands, fixing things, taking care of so many things that she was capable of doing on her own but didn't want to. My attitude has always been to do as much as I possibly can for myself and only then ask for help, but this was not my mother's m.o.

As I grow older, however, I think what my dad said cynically actually sounds pretty good. How wonderful it would be to love a man and he love me and have him say--and mean it--"Honey, you just do whatever you want. Take classes at the university. Learn to play guitar. Get a job. Take trips with your girlfriends. Volunteer. Write poetry. Whatever you please. And don't worry about the money. I've got plenty for the both of us." Yes, I think it would be utterly fantastic to be independent and taken care of! A good idea, Mom!