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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

I'm Taking Names

Comments from Linda McCormick:

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lgm said...

I love this idea, Jane!! Only you! I will take your list if you will take mine. My list would include:

Virginia Brown Granger, my mother, whose first job in 1938 was a political appointment in the County Treasurer's office in Republican Johnson County, Kansas. She continued to work in Republican politics the rest of her life, though she was a moderate who would not have agreed with today's Republicans who want to close down Planned Parenthood. She was chosen "Woman of the Year" by Missouri Republican Women in 2003 when she was 83. She worked as an election judge for more than 30 years until the process went automated and they dis-invited her because she was "old."

Helen Kerchival McCormick, my mother-in-law, who only lived 3 years after we were married. She was an LVN who started the newborn nursery in the 1920's in St. Joseph Hospital in St. Charles, Missouri. Her husband was a mailman who delivered mail to downtown St. Charles businesses until he had to have a leg amputated when he was in his 60's. Her mother died when she was 7 and she was put on a train in Indiana and sent to live with an aunt in Missouri. She was in her 30's before two of her sisters found her and, together, they all hunted and found their baby sister who had been adopted at the age of 2.

Hulda Mathis Granger, my paternal grandmother, who could not imagine having a Roman Catholic as President and came to our house the Sunday before the 1960 Presidential election to remind my dad that he was a good "Kansas Republican" and who he was supposed to vote for. After the election, my dad would never tell us who he voted for but we all felt sure he had voted for Kennedy.

Florence Waddell Brown, my maternal step-grandmother, who got a college degree in 1915 and worked as a teacher in a very poor Presbyterian mission school in Tennessee. She read the newspaper every day until, in her 90's, her hands shook so badly she couldn't hold a magnifying glass.

Jean Stewart Berg, a mentor when I was in college, who taught me, among many other things, how to not unthinkingly reject legal abortion, that sometimes there were legitimate medical reasons for an abortion that would be banned if abortion was made illegal.