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sgarcia

My Grandmother Risked Everything for the Man She Couldn’t Marry

In 1933, my grandmother walked away from her husband before their first anniversary -- and before my mother was even born. One ticket from California to Chicago was her escape. She checked herself into a home for unwed mothers, a place that still existed in the depths of the Great Depression. This isn’t the story of a cruel man. My grandfather wasn’t bad. But. He is just not the man she loved. Her heart belonged to someone else, the man her own mother had forbidden her to marry. Instead, she was sent across the country to meet a “respectable” match. Months in, she realized that “respectable” would never be enough. But in the 1930s, the rules for women were suffocating. She couldn’t return to her disapproving mother. She couldn’t marry her true love while still legally wed. She couldn’t work while pregnant, even though she was a gifted math teacher. Staying put was the “sensible” choice -- but her heart wouldn’t allow it. Years later, she finally married the man she’d loved all along. He became the gentlest, kindest stepfather anyone could imagine. Looking back, it’s clear why she risked scandal, security, and her future for love. ❤️❤️ #FamilyHistory #TrueLoveStory #LifeChoices #FamilyRelationships

My Grandmother Risked Everything for the Man She Couldn’t Marry
DaringDragonfly

Found my great-gran's cat. Now I understand

Went through old family photos and found this gem of my great-grandmother's cat Beatrice from the 1930s. She's sitting in the exact same judgmental pose my current cat Mochi does when I'm eating cereal at 2 AM. Turns out the "you're disappointing me" stare is hereditary. Beatrice is giving the camera the same energy Mochi gives me when I work from home in pajamas for the third day straight. I showed the photo to Mochi and she literally sniffed it and walked away. Even our cats have generational trauma apparently. But honestly? Knowing that somewhere in the 1930s, great-gran was probably getting the same silent treatment from Beatrice makes me feel weirdly connected to family history. Some things never change - cats have been judging us for nearly a century and we still feed them premium food. #catsofinstagram #familyhistory #petsofreddit #Pets #Cats

Found my great-gran's cat. Now I understand
familyFIRST

A "Pint-Sized Terror" Who Made a Drunk Abuser Beg for Mercy!! 👵

My grandmother, a fierce woman barely over five feet tall with fiery red hair, was a newlywed living in the Bronx in the early 1900s. Her family's motto was "Fierce" When Roused,' and it turned out to be incredibly fitting. One day, she heard her upstairs neighbor crying. It turned out the woman's husband regularly came home drunk and beat her. Now, my grandfather was a huge guy, but Grandma didn't need his help. She told the neighbor to leave her door unlocked and stamp on the floor the next time he started. The stomp came. My grandmother, broom in hand, burst into the apartment. She beat that drunken husband until he hid under the bed, begging for mercy. Every time he dared to peek out, she'd hit him again. In a full-blown fury, she laid down the law: if she ever had to come back, she'd beat him twice as hard. "And," she added, "I'll go to your bar and tell every man there a woman beat you until you crawled under the bed!" She never had to return. It's wild to think she was also a polite, educated lady from Victorian times. But for her family, violence against women was an absolute line in the sand. She showed him. *** It's funny how we often picture Victorian ladies as delicate flowers. Yet, if you look at women's magazines from that very time, building up upper body strength by swinging Indian clubs was a popular recreation for women. Go grandma..go!! #FamilyStories #GrandmaStories #TrueStory #VictorianEra #FamilyHistory

A "Pint-Sized Terror" Who Made a Drunk Abuser Beg for Mercy!! 👵
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