My mother was an amazing woman. She was a stewardess for PamAm Airways in the forties. She met and married my father a pilot, in the fifties. My father said he married her because she was smarter than he was and was not impressed with his good looks. She was a gifted artist but did not work outside the home until all her children had gone their own ways. She was politically active, had a deep love of nature and was a feminist. She had come from a wealthy background and had expensive tastes,but did not live beyond her means. When she craved something she could not afford, she taught herself the skills necessary to craft it herself. She did not have many close women friends because she refused to stay in the kitchen or be subservient to my father. (which was one reason my father loved her so much ) Since my father was away most of the time she ran the household. She was way ahead of her time. I don't have her talent, her intelligence, or even her good looks but everyday I strive to be a little more like her.
