With Words, She Made a Difference

This week’s woman of peace is author Lydia Maria Child (1802-1880). One of the most influential American women writers from the 1820s through the 1860s she was a prolific author, a literary pioneer, and a tireless crusader and champion for America’s excluded groups. With words, she made a difference.  Early Life Born on February 11, 1802 in Medford, Massachusetts, she was the youngest of six children. Her father, Convers Francis, was stern and religiously orthodox. Susannah (Rand) Francis, her mother, was ill and distant. Her mother died when Lydia was twelve.  After her mother’s death, they sent Lydia to live with a married sister in Maine. Norridgewock, a frontier society, exposed Lydia to a small community of impoverished Abenaki and Penobscot Indians.  Lydia moved back to Massachusetts at nineteen. She lived with her brother Convers, a scholarly Unitarian minister. Her brother guided her education in literary masters such as Homer and Milton. She reportedly hated the name Lydia. So when she converted to Unitarism and was re-baptised, she gave herself the name of Maria. She chose to go by Maria  (Ma-RYE-a) from then on. Early Career Lydia read an article in the North American Review discussing the field offered to the novelist by early New England history. That […]

Not My Usual Friday Post

This isn’t my usual Friday post, but this has been an unusual past 24 hours. And, since I’m a last minute writer, there’s a certain price to be paid. But, I hope you don’t mind. I know I don’t.  I took C, my ten-year-old grandson, to see the live action Lion King yesterday afternoon. We enjoyed the movie.  C liked it better than the original because it looked so realistic.  I took C home and settled in behind my computer to write my blog post. But moments later, I received a text from my daughter-in-law. My grandson, scheduled to be born by induction on Monday, decided he didn’t want to wait. She’d been having contractions every five minutes for the past two hours. They were getting stronger and stronger. And, of course, this was at 5 pm. The doctor’s office was closed. Her husband, my son, was at work more than an hour away. Could I help her? You betcha! By the time I drove the two minutes to their house, her contractions were less than five minutes apart. I took her to the hospital. C came with us. During the process of checking in, her water broke. We texted my son who […]