The reason I am this irritated, of course, is that California is this beautiful and I am in exile.
In any case, it turns out that before becoming a teacher in California my grandmother was one in Washington, Oregon, and before that, Utah, all in the first years of the twentieth century. In Utah she taught for rural Mormon communities where wives would say, “You should marry my husband; he would give you a house.”
All of this was before college, which she undertook at Berkeley, graduating in 1912. She was very old, my grandmother.
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Axé.
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That is quite a heritage. You are a daughter of the west in exile.
There was also my great-uncle Lee who came from Montana to manage a large ranch in the upper Sacramento Valley for a widow who would say, “Marry me, Lee, and then we can travel!” He would not do it, having no income of his own. And there were many other characters.