Women Can Get the Jobs Done

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We all too often underestimate the strength and wisdom of women. When the men have gone to war, the women have kept the farms providing, the businesses running, the production of necessities continuing. For most of history women were thought to be inferior to men, better designed for bearing and raising children than participating in politics or having the skills to work outside of the home. In many cases women had few rights and were forced to stay in abusive marriages lest they lose their children and their property. With only a few exceptions it  took humankind centuries to finally admit to the intelligence and wisdom of women even as people surely noted those characteristics in their mothers and sisters and wives. 

It was not until nineteen twenty that women in the United States universally received the right to vote and yet they had already proven themselves time and again to be worthy of participating in our democratic republic. Abigail Adams was a well educated and intelligent woman who often provided sound advice to her husband. She wanted women to be included in the rights outlined by the men fashioning our Constitution, but old fashioned beliefs prevented such a thing from happening. For a very long time there was a belief that women were too emotional to have the wisdom needed to make proper choices in political matters. 

Even after women were granted the right to vote they have continued to be underrated by large swaths of the population. Their competence is more likely to be judged by appearance or generalizations about their lack of toughness in difficult situations in spite of mountains of evidence throughout history of the incredible strength of women. 

I find myself thinking of all of the women that I have ever known and of their remarkable resilience and dedication to often quietly keep the world around us moving forward. Even to this very day we all too often underestimate their contributions to the progression of history. We overlook the hurdles that they have had to encounter and overcome. 

Both of my grandmothers were resigned to caring for others from a young age. Their brothers were sent to school while they were kept home to help with the household chores and their younger siblings. As a result they never learned to read or write and yet they both developed a kind of wisdom that was never measured and sometimes never even noticed but I witnessed their knowledge and their ability to nurture and develop the members of their families. They were the heart of wisdom in their homes and the reason that their children were confident and bright. 

My mother lost her husband at the age of thirty. She was left with three children and little income but she managed to purchase and eventually own two houses and then earn a college degree all while providing her children with the love and confidence that they would need to emerge as strong and productive citizens of the world. Nothing was easy about her life. Not a single day was a piece of cake but with her intelligence and survival skills she dedicated herself to guiding us and improving herself at one and the same time. She was the angel who sat in the dark of night at our bedsides when we were sick and then tackled the business of running our home without ever complaining about how tired she must have been. 

My mother-in-law was a brilliant only child who earned a place at Rice University when women were rarely given the opportunity to be there. A mathematics teacher flunked both her and the only other girl in the class with a kind of glee. My mother-in-law left the school feeling broken but not for long. When her father suddenly died she helped her mother run the business that he had built with his brothers. The two women became the heart and soul of the family corporation with my mother-in-law meticulously keeping the books and her mother fielding the growth of the company. They were literally the glue that held the family together and they fulfilled all of their obligations so smoothly that they made their contributions almost seem like nothing of real importance and yet it was the only reason that the business did not die. 

My sister-in-law became an electrical engineer in an era when women were insulted and almost dared to continue with such majors. She pushed through one obstacle after another until she eventually became an often honored icon at NASA. Toward the end of her career she was traveling around the world as the representative of the International Space Station. 

We have seen the excellence of woman after woman in careers and endeavors that take incredible skill to run and yet we still seem unwilling in the United States to vote for a woman to be our president. Twice now the American people have shunned two incredibly brilliant women in favor of a blustering huckster who again and again seems to be ill suited for the job. We blame one of his former opponents for wearing the wrong kind of pantsuits instead of noting her success in virtually every aspect of her life. We run from the other because she laughs too much even though she was a lawyer, a district attorney and the Vice President of the United States who quietly travelled across the globe diplomatically creating incredible relationships to our nation’s advantage. 

As a woman who has followed in the role models of my grandmothers, my mother, my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law and I forged my own success in the world of education I look now to my granddaughter who is certain to have a positive impact on the world. Her aspirations are boundless, her confidence is heroic and her determination is unrelenting. I dream of a day when women like her and so many who have come before her will be recognized without any judgements based on superficial and silly ideas. It is time for the women to rise and not be sent back home to let the men take care of things. It’s time for us to admit just how tough and resilient woman are and have always been. It’s not about taking away from men, but about finally admitting that women are true equals who can be trusted to get the jobs done.    

Stop and Smell the Plumerias

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Many years ago my husband and I decided to visit a Plumeria show near our home. I had seen the lovely plants thriving and blooming in homes near my brother’s beach house. One of my sister-in-laws grew plumeria from Hawaii and from cuttings given to her in the backyards of friends. I thought it might be fun to try my hand at propagating one or two, so off we went to see what was available.

The first thing we realized was that most of the plants were little more than stalks without roots boasting tiny sprouts of green at the tip. The vendors assured us that all we had to do to end up with a lovely plant was to just stick the branch into some dirt and wait for it to grow roots. Given the incredibly high prices for the opportunity to maybe get a lovely specimen if all went well we were loathe to gamble too many of our funds for what might turn out to be a pig in a poke. We carefully chose a couple with a reasonable price tag and enough information to learn how to get them to grow.

That first year we mostly saw growth of the trunk, a few additional branches and green leaves at the end of each protuberance. It was disappointing not to see any flowers but we understood the need for patience. Upon advice from my sister-in-law we stowed our plumeria away in the warmth of the garage for the winter and watched the leaves fall and the branches become barren. We thought that surely they were dying but learned that they were simply dormant for the season.

Happily our plants, also known as frangipani, survived the cold months and by spring were getting leaves once again. During this second season they grew like weeds and greeted us with lovely pink and yellow blooms that kept coming throughout the summer. When the temperature began to drop again in the fall the plants were so tall that they would not go through the garage door without carefully tipping the dolly on which we moved them.

And so it went in yet another cycle with the blooms growing ever more profuse on plants that would no longer fit through a door. When fall came we had to lop off multiple branches with the assurance that the blooms would come again in spite of the trimming. Then we set the branches aside so that they might dry out during the long winter. When spring game we rooted them in small pots and hoped for the best. Our efforts paid wonderful dividends as we now had at least six plants ready to show their magic for the warm season.

As the years went by we made more and more cuttings and gave them to neighbors and family members who were anxious to try their own hand at keeping the plants growing and blooming year after year.

We eventually ended up with eight plumeria that we wanted to keep and gave away the extra stalks that we trimmed from our favorites year after years. As we grew older the massive trees became more and more difficult to move around so we selected the five best and gave away the rest.

Now we pay someone to move the plants back and forth and in and out of the garage. We are too old to lift the giant plants but not ready to give them away. We did not have time to trim them back last fall so we will have to do that task at the end of the growing season or they won’t fit in the garage next time. We should have a bumper crop of cuttings for anyone who wants to try to make them grow.

I’ve never been to Hawaii but I am told that the plumeria there live in the ground all year long. I suppose that I would have many more if I did not have to face the task of trimming them and moving them back and forth each year. I would be able to let them grow into massive clumps that spread out to show the gorgeous and aromatic blooms that make them so precious.

I have to visit Hawaii one day so that I might see them growing in the wild. Who knows maybe I will purchase some interesting breeds that I have never before seen and bring a sample back to my yard. I can tell you for certain that they are joyful plants with hints of the exotic that nothing else matches. I always have cuttings in the fall. Let me know if you would like a sample to grow or give away. You will no doubt be enchanted the first time one of the lovely blossoms smiles at you from across the lawn. There are few hobbies more rewarding than stopping and smelling the aromatic topical scents of plumeria which can be a mix of gardenia, jasmine, peach, coconut or cinnamon. It’s like having the tropics without leaving home.