Robert59
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The sixties were a strange time.
So much embellishment.The sixties were a strange time.
A pass on what?Well, as long as we're making generalizations about us Boomers.......
My mother had to go to work in 1957 because my father's business went bankrupt. Huge social black eye! Actually, she loved it! Turned out she was a dynamite secty/receptionist for a local company, they adored her. Pretty soon she was making more $$$ than my father, so he......made her quit. Heaven forbid his ego should be damaged.
So I grew up thinking it was normal for women to work. And in fact, the best advice my mother ever gave her daughters was, "Make sure you can always support yourself. Never depend on somebody else to take care of you."
My eldest sister was a renowned local photojournalist who started her own art gallery and was very successful at it.
My middle sister became an ICU nurse, then decided to go for her graduate degree. She skipped doing the Masters program and went straight for the PhD. She and her daughter got their PhDs within weeks of one another; my sister's thesis was in epidemiology.
I chose to be an administrative asst - a fancy name for an exec secty - and worked in insurance, banking, and financial services. All of which was really helpful for teaching me how to do financial planning and retirement strategies, which enabled my spouse and I to both take early retirement at ages 56. We've been married for 46 years, very happily.
I LOVED working, and met some great people who are still good friends. And actually, I out-earned my spouse for the first 15 yrs, LOL. He likes to joke he had to transfer to another dept. in a new position to surpass my pay!
Marriage to me means a partnership of equals. One person working or both persons working, makes no difference. Both have equal responsibility to one another. You don't get a pass in my mind, just because you have to schlep off to work at 7:30 a.m. - and vice versa.
And they did such a great job.In the 60s my wife's job title was "Mommy".