I didn’t know I was a feminist when I became one of the first girls to sign up for an agriculture class in Lincoln-Way High school, New Lenox, Illinois, but I guess I was.
Up until 1965, female students were not allowed to take agriculture classes or join FFA. As soon as I was permitted, I signed up. I was a sophomore at that time and I took ag courses the rest of my high school days.
Here’s my account of those days.
As a shy student, I can’t believe I did this. It sure didn’t add to my popularity. Maybe it even made me even odder.
Still, I’m proud of my young self for stepping forward.
And after our first steps, girls were allowed and welcomed in all agriculture classes and FFA, too.
Odd to think that I was thirty when I first stepped through the door of a hairdresser, but it’s true. Up until then, my mother took care of my hair cuts. It really felt odd making this change, but it had to be done as Mom was 5 hours away.
Before I tell you everything, listen to my column from 1981.
A few years ago, I gave up dying my hair, but every once in a while I get it cut. I can’t stand the weight of it when it gets too long.
I tried cutting my own bangs in a mirror once during the shutdown. That was a disaster as I couldn’t manage to work the scissors in the mirror. So it’s either get someone to cut my hair or look like a sheepdog.
That’s about it for today.
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