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| Which direction should I go? |
My
dream for archeological discoveries never died, for me.
I read The Source a third time, maybe even a fourth. Every now and then my father would bring in some arrow heads or shaped rock tools from the field he had freshly plowed. I would handle each piece with reverence, knowing that ancient hands used this to survive in a harsh time.
In the late 1960s and early 1970s, women were expected to be in the nurturing profession. These included nursing and teaching, and maybe just maybe becoming a doctor. Secretarial studies were also acceptable, even an office manager. Very few CEOs were part of the female's world.
My father decided I would make a good teacher. "No daughter of mine will ever be a nurse!" So...
I read The Source a third time, maybe even a fourth. Every now and then my father would bring in some arrow heads or shaped rock tools from the field he had freshly plowed. I would handle each piece with reverence, knowing that ancient hands used this to survive in a harsh time.
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| Why didn't I keep them when Dad found them? |
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| A Plaque is all that is left. |
In the late 1960s and early 1970s, women were expected to be in the nurturing profession. These included nursing and teaching, and maybe just maybe becoming a doctor. Secretarial studies were also acceptable, even an office manager. Very few CEOs were part of the female's world.
My father decided I would make a good teacher. "No daughter of mine will ever be a nurse!" So...
At
Blackburn University (College), I prepared to become a teacher, with the hope that I could adapt my father's wishes to morph into another area (archeology, maybe?). Taking the broad spectrum of education
courses was exciting.
An artist—I wanted to study art.
No, Spanish! I wanted to have a degree in Spanish.
Wait, anthropology and societal studies? Man oh man. I wanted it all.
An artist—I wanted to study art.
No, Spanish! I wanted to have a degree in Spanish.
Wait, anthropology and societal studies? Man oh man. I wanted it all.
Finding
one’s heart desire is nigh to impossible for one with a jumpy brain. It all was fascinating, it all was inviting,
but one has only a single lifetime.
One usually falls in love and mushy love brains follow where ever the beloved goes.
One usually falls in love and mushy love brains follow where ever the beloved goes.
Archeology
would have to wait.
