This is a photo of me and my grandmother at Christmas. I was fourteen in the photo. I learned over the years, after my grandmother’s death, all about her life. She was an amazing woman. She the only other writer in my family.
She wrote under a man’s name because in her time, women were not allowed to be sports writers. Yes, you read that right. My grandmother wrote for sporting magazines. She was a huge wrestling fan. She wrote articles about the wrestlers. She even traveled with them.
She most likely had a thousand stories that she never got to tell.
Photo and content by Brenda Marie Fluharty (The Spiritual Mystic) ©2019 all right reserved
back then even men used nomme de plumes to write for similar reasons. it was an uptight time
That is true. I do not think sports were taking as they are today.
today you still have to wear a mask, just less often…
That is so true and sad, in so many ways. More people should open up to who they really are. It’s not easy because we have been programmed not to show our true selves. So, much so that some people have been wearing their masks so long they have forgotten who they really are!
you assume they knew who they were to begin with
Their soul knows, my friend.
Thank-you so much. Sadly, I didn’t find out about her until she was gone.
What an interesting lady she was. Good memories and cool photo!