![]() A THOUGHT ABOUT BETTY FORD! Were off on a mission of national import with a thought about the late Betty Ford: // link // print // previous // next //
THURSDAY, JULY 14, 2011 Back with a full report tomorrow: Were off a mission of national import involving whats left of the federal work force. Well return to full service tomorrow with part 4 of our ongoing series. Were always impressed by the people we meet at these top-secret federal sessions. Today could be different, of course. A THOUGHT ABOUT BETTY FORD: We dont recall having many thoughts one way or the other about Betty Ford when she was first lady. Like many people, weve been impressed as weve read about her life this past week. That said, we were struck by one part of Enid Nemys report about Ford in the New York Times. Nemy did a long review of Fords life. We were struck by this passage:
What a poignant recollection! We were struck by the highlighted passages because they are so reminiscent of chapter 1 of Betty Friedans famous book, The Feminine Mystique, which we recently read or reread. Friedans famous first chapter, The Problem That Has No Name, is all about the sorts of feelings Ford described in that poignant memoirthe feelings of being relegated to a back-stage, secondary role in American life. The chapter is also extremely well-written. If you have nothing to do today (or this weekend), you might think about reading that chapter yourself (just click here). We found it fascinatingand we heard that chapters powerful theme in the things Betty Ford said. You cant pay for teachers like that: The Feminine Mystique appeared in 1963. Our sister was a senior in high school. If memory serves, Ann H, the wife of one of our history teachers, gave her the book to perhaps provide guidance as she headed off into the world. If memory serves, our sister had baby-sat for the Hs.
Our school had quite a few bright young teachers who were going the extra mile in those golden-age Golden State days. Were more grateful with each passing year. You cant pay for teachers like that.
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