It was so interesting as I wrote my book to find out how typical we all are. We think of our lives as unique–but mostly we’re not at all. I’ve been so typical of millions of other women who learned to play bridge in the 50s.
I went off to work in 1967 because we had two children about to be in college at the same time. Needed the money, and my youngest was by then in the 5th grade, going to elementary school a short block from where my job was in the high school. She could walk there, do her homework and wait for me until 4 when I finished work.
Because women were working more and more, bridge clubs moved to the evening–no lunch!
As to that 70s decline in bridge, all the women I knew who played kept right on through the 70s and into the 80s. I moved to New Hampshire in the 80s, and my ability to play went down considerably — couldn’t find a club with a vacancy for me, I mostly just subbed through the 80s. On the other hand, my neighborhood club back in Bayport went right until 2010 — 50 years in all. Many replacements of course until finally there wasn’t a fit foursome left.
Humbling and sort of companionable at the same time.
But then I always loved that scene in Our Town where the two mothers of the young woman and her beau who live next door to one another in a small town are seen each following an early morning routine getting the family out of bed and off to school and such–happening all over America at about the same time.