Sunday, January 24, 2010
Our second grade teacher didn't come back after Christmas. As soon as a baby bump was noticable, it was time to become a housewife, and without a goodby to her students, she was gone. It was a time when most brides were virgins, little girls wore ironed white pentafores over sky-blue puff-sleeved dresses, and men wore skinny ties and Vitalis in their hair. Think of the movie, Pleasantville. Unless you were a doctor, saying the word pregnant was impolite. The first pregnancy was called "gonna have a little baby,” the second was "PG," and any additional pregnancy was "PG again!" Already the mother of two little girls, when momma was pregnant with me, people probably whispered, "Martha’s PG again. Maybe this time it'll be a BOY!"