My late mother, born on June 22, 1924, was the third of seven children. She graduated from high school a month before her 16th birthday and began working at the local telephone company in Jellico, Tennessee. The switchboard was on the second floor of a downtown business. When working overnight, her sister (7 years younger) was sent by their mom to spend the night at the phone company–security in numbers, apparently. By 20, my Mom was married and working (with my Dad) on the Manhattan Project at Oak Ridge. By 26, she was a full-time mom. She re-entered the work force at 33 when I entered first grade. She was a natural leader and one of my best teachers.
A poignant Heather Cox Richardson post about Julia Ward Howe (1819-1910) in Letters from an American made me appreciate my Mom more. Howe was the fourth of seven children. She bore six children and in 1870 launched Mothers’ Day as part of the women’s suffrage movement, 38 years before Anna Jarvis began Mother’s Day to honor her mother. To honor my Mom as her 100th birthday approaches, I’m moving the apostrophe. From now on, for me it’s Mothers’ Day. Planet Earth needs more women leaders. Society has too much testosterone and not enough estrogen. It’s killing us, literally. This is how Richardson closed last night’s installment of Letters from an American:
(Howe) threw herself into the struggle for women’s suffrage, understanding that in order to create a more just and peaceful society, women must take up their rightful place as equal participants in American politics.
While we celebrate the modern version of Mother’s Day on May 12, in this momentous year of 2024 it’s worth remembering the original Mothers’ Day and Julia Ward Howe’s conviction that women must have the same rights as men, and that they must make their voices heard.
From “Meeting My Muse: A Switchboard Operators Story,” (an interview with Carol Bartle of the Tacoma Pioneer Telephone Museum), by Julia Levy, April 29, 2022, The Switchboard (Substack)