Do you remember where you were 40 years ago today? I know, I know, many of you weren't even born yet lol.
It was the day of the Live Aid concerts, broadcast simultaneously from London and Philadelphia.
I had just graduated college.
I was at home, living on Long Island at the time. I had pulled my car onto the lawn and I was working on it. I had my boombox on the grass next to me so I could listen to the performances. I kept running back inside to catch the TV broadcast. It was a warm and sunny day. My car was leaking oil and it was found to be due to leaky valve covers. I had jumped over to the auto parts store (I was always the only woman inside) and bought some new cork gaskets and sealant and then to the hardware store for a putty knife. I heard the phone ring inside and I ran in to get the call. It was my boyfriend, wanting to come over and catch the broadcast with me...he was calling to ask about bringing a cooler full of beer and inviting the neighbors. I said sure. When he got there, the hood was up and I was bent over the car, scraping the old gaskets off. My neighbor, a retired cop, walked over to see what I was doing. They both started giving me a hard time, even if in a good natured way.
I had to explain the reality. My boyfriend and I graduated the same prestigious university, the same day, similar degrees....but most men at that time, in that area, were able to walk directly into professional jobs...most women could not. We had another hurdle to clear, another rung to climb. We had to take a typing test, then do admin work for awhile before being deemed worthy of taking on professional work. This set us back, disadvantaged against men of our age and credentials... I hadn't yet reached the earnings of my boyfriend...paying someone to do a job I could do?
not part of my reality at that time.
After I explained my situation....they changed the subject....my neighbor walked back over to his house....brought back some supplies and proceeded to hand wash and wax my car by hand while I worked on it. Sweet guy, that Richie. My boyfriend worked on dialing in the music, getting the beers ready.
We all enjoyed the music...as I said, a great day in music history.
It was the day of the Live Aid concerts, broadcast simultaneously from London and Philadelphia.
I had just graduated college.
I was at home, living on Long Island at the time. I had pulled my car onto the lawn and I was working on it. I had my boombox on the grass next to me so I could listen to the performances. I kept running back inside to catch the TV broadcast. It was a warm and sunny day. My car was leaking oil and it was found to be due to leaky valve covers. I had jumped over to the auto parts store (I was always the only woman inside) and bought some new cork gaskets and sealant and then to the hardware store for a putty knife. I heard the phone ring inside and I ran in to get the call. It was my boyfriend, wanting to come over and catch the broadcast with me...he was calling to ask about bringing a cooler full of beer and inviting the neighbors. I said sure. When he got there, the hood was up and I was bent over the car, scraping the old gaskets off. My neighbor, a retired cop, walked over to see what I was doing. They both started giving me a hard time, even if in a good natured way.
I had to explain the reality. My boyfriend and I graduated the same prestigious university, the same day, similar degrees....but most men at that time, in that area, were able to walk directly into professional jobs...most women could not. We had another hurdle to clear, another rung to climb. We had to take a typing test, then do admin work for awhile before being deemed worthy of taking on professional work. This set us back, disadvantaged against men of our age and credentials... I hadn't yet reached the earnings of my boyfriend...paying someone to do a job I could do?
not part of my reality at that time.
After I explained my situation....they changed the subject....my neighbor walked back over to his house....brought back some supplies and proceeded to hand wash and wax my car by hand while I worked on it. Sweet guy, that Richie. My boyfriend worked on dialing in the music, getting the beers ready.
We all enjoyed the music...as I said, a great day in music history.