I come from a long line of strong women.
My great grandma Christena (my namesake) was on her own and left school in the third grade. Her mom died and her dad took her siblings, leaving her to work for another family during the depression. All my life, she read books and watched PBS. She loved learning and hearing about other’s adventures.
My grandma Tipton got her GED in her late 60s. About the same time, the bakery where she had worked for almost all of her life began cutting her hours. That degree, the one she never thought she could get because of algebra, changed everything. She became a teaching assistant. When she retired, she taught “younger women”, women in their 70s, to read from her farm.
My mom got her bachelor’s degree in her 50s. She worked to pay the bills while my dad got his diploma (first in the family) on an ROTC scholarship from Texas Tech. She started back so many times, and every time we would move again. Growing up, we moved a lot for my dad’s job. But my mom, she never really stopped believing that her turn would come. And it did. She graduated from Tarleton State.
My sister and I are lucky. We come from a long line of strong women. Treysa is a professional engineer (that’s a big deal in the engineering world) for environmental engineering, and I’m an educator with an MBA.
My daughter will be even luckier. She comes from a long line of strong women.