Because I win at procrastinating (Yay Me!!)

Here's my embarrassing story — though actually it's my mother's.

My mom taught high school in the thirties to help put my dad through medical school.
Then he finished, and they started a family.
Just in time for my dad to enlist on December 8, 1941.
When my mom was nine months pregnant.
Without telling her first.
She had my first sister a month later.
He went off to the navy, and she moved in with her mom.
Later she got a job at the War Department, while my grandmother and various aunts babysat.

Even though the medical beliefs of the day favored scientific bottle-feeding, my dad talked my mother into breastfeeding.
He thought the bottle-fed babies he saw looked pudgy.
So we were all breastfed, five of us.

My grandparents lived on the trolleyline, just outside DC, and my mother was running home every day to nurse her baby.
And after a day at work, she really needed to run home immediately.
She would come in the door, head straight for the baby, tearing off her shirt and bra on her way into the nursery.
Probably leaky.

So one day she came in the door, as usual, pulled her shirt off, tugged her bra down, and looked up to see a former student of hers standing there, turning bright red.
"Hello, Mizz Oldenburg….uh, I'm just fixing the phone line for your mom."
 Oops.

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15 responses to this post.

  1. That was a riot.

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  2. hee!that must have been approximately 500% more embarrassing back then than it would be now.

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  3. former student. Oh how awful.

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  4. Oh nooooes! Your poor mom!! I breastfed Tony. I would carry a brest pump and tiny cooler to work. We had a frig at work, but the owners were Korean and they kept kimchee in there (a very strong smelling pickled cabbage you could smell throughout the store- but was tasty) Anyway, at lunch time I'd slip off into the bathroom to express milk. Our bathroom lock was bad. TWICE my male coworker walked in on me. I was sooo embarrassed- so was he, "He's like Why didn't you lock the door?"…Me…"The door was closed! Why didn't you knock!"So after that it was extremely difficult to get milk. You have to be somewhat relaxed. Sheesh!

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  5. yikes, but better than a current student – lol

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  6. HA!! That's great!!&:o)

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  7. Yes, I remember being rather shocked at how emotionally impacted it all was.

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  8. To add to the embarrassment.My mother was tiny (about 4'11, about 90 pounds at that point).She taught English, and also science.English she was pretty comfortable with, it being her field, but the science, a little harder.So for the back row, where the bigger boys sat, she just left out lots of old National Geographics, and told them that if they weren't interested in class, they could just read them quietly.She knew they would hunt through them to find pictures of nekkid women, but figured that would be educational anyway.So I figure this was some kind of karmic return.

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  9. Hahaha. What a great story.

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  10. OMGoodness…………talk about embarrassing!!!!

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  11. Oh MY!Mom probably wanted to drop through the floor! BUT, I say, good for her! She was doing what she had to do, how she wanted to do it…and well….that poor ex-student just got all caught up in it! LOL!I agree with Lurkie….these days, it would be …."Hey, I was just whipping it out for one of the kids."No biggie! LOL!!!

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  12. ha! that's a great story!

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  13. Kids today have no idea what Pearl Harbor Day is. So can we guess that for the rest of his life her former student had a Mrs. Robinson fetish. Breast fed babies are smarter and you are proof of that.

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  14. Well Sair does, but that's because I tell her al the family stories I can remember, in part because my family has long generations.My mother was born when her parents were in their thirties, my mom was 41 when I was born, and I was 37 when I had Sair.There are lots of good things to say about being older when you are a parent, and I'm glad it happened this way.But a definite downside is that my parents died when Sair was three.So I have to channel her grandparents for her — pass along all the stories I can remember, to make them real to her.

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