After I finished teaching a seven-week technical writing course this summer, I began an internship in the publications division at my church’s historical archives. I’m interested in archives as a source for my dissertation research and for learning to research in them and handle them. My research is also heavily informed by women’s issues, so this internship turned out to be the perfect fit. It is the women’s discourses project, which requires us to look through a newspaper from the late 1800s to the early 1900s called the Woman’s Exponent and a magazine that took over from that newspaper. There are also several other periodicals that other interns are working on. The documents, among others, are the results of women in my church who crusaded for suffrage, attended national women’s meetings, became doctors, and who led the church women’s organization, the Relief Society. As fascinating as these sources are and as much fun as I’ve had chasing down additional information through old leather-bound minute books from the late 1800s, that is not what today’s post is about.
It is about my supervisor on this project (and my supervisor on another project, but we’ll get to that later). Jenny is a beautiful person, and two weeks after I began working with her, she had a relapse of leukemia and had to step down. She has been back in the hospital being treated in the hopes that she will survive and the cancer will not. She’s downright cheerful about it all. And it breaks my heart.
I’ve not known her long, but I can say that she’s magnificent. She has a Ph.D. in history, which she earned in April, and she had just started at this job in the church history department where I met her. She had just begun decorating her office, complete with a beautiful poster of an early women’s leader, Emmeline B. Wells, (the long-time editor of the Woman’s Exponent, in fact) who is famous for saying, “I believe in women, especially thinking women.”
My supervisor also has many books on women and history lining the walls of her office. A few weeks before her cancer relapse, I pulled off the Laurel Thatcher Ulrich books and told her how much I loved them. I also asked her about the intricate pink quilt that hangs above her desk. It is one her great grandmother made, and she told me about how she had written a chapter of her dissertation on quilts and quilting.
My ears perked up. I was reminded of another beautiful person I have known. My thesis adviser for my master’s degree, Judy. She also writes academically about quilts, and I told Jenny this. She then told me that she had quoted Judy in her dissertation. It was quite the coincidence and a happy one.
And then I found out that Jenny was going back to the hospital for chemo. I had had no idea before then that she had dealt with cancer before.
And I was reminded of Judy again. You see, once, at the end of a semester a few years ago, our class had gathered at Judy’s house for a final party. We were all eating food, making conversation, and trying not to allow any awkward silences. We had also brought a cake, for it was Judy’s birthday. I can’t remember if it was a surprise or not, but I remember feeling like we were surprising her. Anyway, we eventually ate cake and wished her a happy birthday, and she proudly declared her age, somewhere in her 50s.
I was somewhat shocked. For at that time, I was struggling a bit with turning 30 in the next year or so (now I look back and think, “Really, Emily? Really?”) Anyway, aging was a concern of mine at the time, and I shared it with the group. Judy then replied in a way that I’ll never forget.
She said something like, “When I was in my twenties, I had cancer. So every birthday now is a blessing and another day that I’m still alive.”
I remember that statement and the feeling I had when she said it whenever I want to complain that I’m “old” or that my wrinkles seem a little more prominent around my eyes or when my metabolism seems to be slowing down and I can’t eat that dessert I once could.
In those dessert situations, I also remember something Judy taught me: “Don’t waste your calories!” If I do eat sugar, it has to be something good, not something waxy.
Judy also taught me that it is better to give. When she advised my thesis work and we were meeting regularly, she saw my interest in forgotten women, especially novelists, as that was what my master’s thesis focused on. She also saw my desire to go on for Ph.D. work (and she walked me through that situation, writing letters when I needed them and giving me much-needed advice and strategies when I couldn’t find the right place for me).
One day, I arrived at her office for a thesis session, and there was a large stack of books printed by Virago, a now-defunct publisher that had specialized in reviving forgotten women’s literature in the 1960s and 70s. She explained that those books were for me. All of them. She had bought them long ago with the intent of writing her own dissertation on them, but she had changed her subject and never used them. She brought them to me. I cherish them.
And I share some of those titles with you today.
My favorites so far are these:
Frost in May by Antonia White
The Way Things Are by E. M. Delafield
Women Against Men by Storm Jameson
That’s How It Was by Maureen Duffy
What a beautiful discovery. I would devour them. Happy reading!
Yes, devour is the right word for these books!
What a wonderful gift and a beautiful lesson learned along the way. Thanks for sharing it – we all need to remember how lucky we are, eh? 🙂
It’s true. There’s always something to be thankful for.
Oh My Goodness – loving your post – such beautiful people to know for sure – Happy Reading:)
Yes, such beautiful gifts – the books but, even more, her friendship and wise words. I went on and on about turning 30 too. And then you meet people who make you see your world a little differently. Some people don’t even notice the messages and lessons though, so it is great that you did/do and are passing them on to us 🙂
I love the friendship and wise words, and I tend to be one who notices and internalizes them. I learn so much from other people!
Two lessons to live by – don’t waste your calories and love “thinking women.” Same should be said for men, as well ,as we are good at not thinking. This is a wonderful dot-connecting story along with its life lessons. Thanks for sharing all of it. All the best, BTG
Thanks, BTG! Yes, thinking women are awesome, and yes, men are thinking too. Don’t sell them (and yourself) short!
Sometimes, I think. Sometimes, I think real hard. Have a great Thanksgiving. BTG
Such a precious collection!
wow….that is a beautiful post…It describes the beautiful common fibre that connects us all…The experience you wrote about gives us the opportunity to see the intertwined struggles and battles these beautiful people are challenged with in this life. And the books you received all reflect great struggle, the woman in society, the woman author, the woman subject, the rights of women…
Coincidence is right! wow! The universe gave you a gift, through your experience with the dissertation you were led into a synchronicity of events…..you received a package of life experience, books included, for you to analyze filled with struggles, challenges, achievements, inspiration, strength, endurance, survival…And it gave us the chance to see how this fibre connecting the experiences and bringing out the common struggles and synchronicities weaves in and out, stitch by stitch, like stitches on a quilt, uniting us all..That is amazing….
I love how your comment ties it all together and brings back in the quilt imagery. You’ve gotten at exactly what I was trying to express, so I’m glad to know it came through. Sometimes I write something that I know I understand, but I can’t quite tell if I’ve expressed it well enough for others to get it. Thanks for reassuring me that it does. And I love your observation about female authors and their place in all of this.
You definitely expressed it well enough for the magic of the unifying stitches to come through! I cant help at marveling how we are all woven into living tapestries ( “quilts”) and we get such amazing opportunities to view the work from the perspective of the observer!
Experiences like the one you describe, synchronicities snd coincidences are amazing…..just love to hear about them! And I love love love literature, so this whole thing speaks to me!!!
I’m so glad. I love stuff like this too!
Wow! This is a beautiful post. There’s something really special about the relationship with professors who mentor us. Thanks for sharing, and I hope we hear good news about Jenny’s situation soon.
Thanks, Ariel. I’m hoping to hear good news too. Last I heard, she was doing a clinical trial of radiation, and then she just had a bone marrow transplant two weeks ago. I haven’t heard since then, but we were all fasting and praying that the transplant would go well and yield results.
Not to repeat what others have said, but this really is a beautiful post. I love how you weaved together the stories of the two strong women, and showed how feminism can be transferred from generation to generation through quilts, illness, and, of course, books.
Thanks! I am happy for the “repeat.” You helped me to see how illness, and other trials, can be a way of strengthening and bonding us together, even though it is so hard.
A wonderful piece. I heard Maureen Duffy speak at the university where I work a couple of years ago: an engaging, witty, wise writer and person.
I love that picture, by the way! A book-lover’s dream…
I’m so jealous you got to hear Duffy speak! Her book still sticks with me.
My mother used to have a lot of Virago books. I think they went to charity shops when we moved house in 2012. She was seriously ill then, and in the tumult of moving, we parted with a lot of stuff (mostly books) that she now wishes she hadn’t.
I grew up in a large farmhouse with a hall that was lined with bookshelves. When we downsized house, not all of the books could come. But that’s life! Moving was a big job — my mum lived in the same house for 27 years and there was a lot to sort out.
All the best to Jenny. She sounds like a wonderful person.
It is so hard to part with books, but sometimes necessary. I’m thinking of purging my own collection soon. Thanks for your well wishes to Jenny. The house you grew up in sounds magical.