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|Life in the Sixties|
|The years during the 1960's were full of highs and lows in my life. I was in college, which I loved. I joined Alpha Phi and became president, leading the sorority to political power on campus. I enjoyed working backstage on college plays, and there is where I met and lost my first love.This was the time my mother became ill and died a week after my twentieth birthday. My father soon remarried, and we moved into a larger house with a blended family. After years of adjustment, our parents gone, we are still a family.The early sixties were like the show "Madmen" on TV. At work I was paid less then the men. We wore girdles and high heels. I had a principal, male, of course, who would tell the women how to dress and remind us to refresh our lipstick. It was strange then and unacceptable now. One boss even patted me on the head and told me the men would take care of one problem. I wouldn't put up with that now. I was right, they were wrong in this case. Miss Meek, one of the first female principals, asked me if they had ever admitted it and apologized to me. That never happened.The sixties were actually days of Jackie Kennedy dresses and pill box hats. The hippie years and styles did not happen until the very late sixties and seventies. I went from romantic and naïve to awareness of reality. I worked in politics and loved the effort and action, but I left when I realized what we now call 'pay to play' was the norm of the day on all levels from local to national in both parties. Most of the men in power had a well bred politically advantageous wife for public occasions and an arm candy mistress the rest of the time.I was a supporter of the Vietnam War until I figured out we weren't supporting a democracy but another corrupt dictator. Most people had no idea except some vague domino effect notion. A friend married a young lady from Iran who was so happy our CIA had put the Shah back in power because it made her father in Iran rich. She ended up going home for a visit and staying. The family survived the revolution and continued their lifestyle in Paris. I recovered from my surprise about the CIA. Castro was a hero supported by the American people and government, then suddenly a villain.I married, moved to Marshall, worked in Sweet Springs, made new friends some of whom are still friends today. My husband, who had already served in the Army, was at Missouri Valley College on the GI Bill. At the end of the sixties life changed again. My husband graduated, we decided to stay in Marshall, and began to plan a family.|
Penelope Brooks Callaway Athon
Hippie Days? We were there.
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