The cake sounds yummy, but I can't stop thinking about the fact that she worked her whole life and fell through the bureaucratic cracks so she never received any Social Security. It makes me wonder how many other women fell into this crack in the system.
Exactly why I started this blog. The invisibility of women in this era is heartbreaking. I admire the women with the fortitude to build a life and business in an era that wouldn't support them legally.
It's really amazing how marginalized women were during those bake-off years. She worked like crazy her whole life, but was considered unemployed. She was referred to only by her married name. No doubt she probably had to put her prize money in a bank account belonging to her son, since without a SS number, she probably couldn't have one. No credit card either if she died in 1964. Yet at 72, she earned a brand new kitchen, well beyond the age her male relatives were doing anything. Her cake sounds tasty too.
exactly! I admire these women so much - for not letting their marginalization define them and instead reaching for glory in the narrow spaces allowed to them.
The cake sounds yummy, but I can't stop thinking about the fact that she worked her whole life and fell through the bureaucratic cracks so she never received any Social Security. It makes me wonder how many other women fell into this crack in the system.
Exactly why I started this blog. The invisibility of women in this era is heartbreaking. I admire the women with the fortitude to build a life and business in an era that wouldn't support them legally.
It's entirely why I read your articles. I'm never going to bake any of these yum yums, but I devour the bakers' stories. Thanks!
It's really amazing how marginalized women were during those bake-off years. She worked like crazy her whole life, but was considered unemployed. She was referred to only by her married name. No doubt she probably had to put her prize money in a bank account belonging to her son, since without a SS number, she probably couldn't have one. No credit card either if she died in 1964. Yet at 72, she earned a brand new kitchen, well beyond the age her male relatives were doing anything. Her cake sounds tasty too.
exactly! I admire these women so much - for not letting their marginalization define them and instead reaching for glory in the narrow spaces allowed to them.