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Mona Lisa Life 1983: Big Shoulders and Big Hair
By Heather St. Claire
"I love the big hair, I really do, but oh, the big shoulders! Shoulder
pads? For women? What do they think we are, football players?"
Claire was enjoying a lazy Sunday afternoon one fine spring day in 1983
with her life's companion, Melissa. They were sipping coffee and leafing
through the latest fashion magazines. Sitting on the table next to
Melissa was a recent gift from Claire: a brand new novelty called the
Rubik's Cube. ("I remember how you said you had a real gift for this in
your past life. Let's see if your skills are still there after 30
years.")
It had indeed now been three decades since the two of them had been
whisked from the year 2003, removed forever from their male lives,
landing in the year 1953 as two young women (a war widow and her cousin)
raising two girls.
"Sometimes I wish we could be young again," Melissa said. "I really like
a lot of the new looks coming out, the cropped tops and stonewashed
jeans. But somehow I don't see them working for a 52-year-old."
"You're still gorgeous to me," Claire replied. "And you can still pass
for at least ten years younger than you actually are."
As their thirtieth anniversary together approached, they still couldn't
believe how fortunate they had been, how free of tragedy and sadness
their lives had been. Claire's feminine intuition told her it couldn't
last forever; a phone call that arrived on this particular afternoon
proved her right.
Melissa listened with growing concern to Claire's side of the
conversation. It had started innocently enough: "Hello, honey."
"What's the matter? Why are you crying?" A long pause.
"He WHAT?" A shorter pause.
"Oh my God, oh my God." Another pause.
"Can you all get here tonight? Do we need to come and get you? OK, OK,
we'll stay up and wait. I love you. You're all going to be OK. I love
you all, and your aunt does too."
When Claire hung up the phone and turned to Melissa there were tears in
her eyes. "Dan's left her. He admitted he's been having an affair for
more than three years?even before they conceived Christopher." Patricia,
their younger daughter, had been married for almost 14 years. She and
her husband had three children together. April, now 13, and Charles 12,
had seemed to complete their family; but a few years ago, Patricia had
pushed for another child, sensing that something was going wrong in
their relationship, and hoping desperately that another child would save
it. Two-year old Christopher was a bright-eyed, perpetually happy boy.
But he wasn't enough to keep his father faithful to his mother.
"The BASTARD!" Melissa cried.
"Men," Melissa added with a heavy tone of contempt. "We should know how
useless they are. We used to be men. So...what's going on, what's she
going to do?"
"She said she could get here by midnight if she left right away. I told
to load up the kids and get here, and we'll sort things out tomorrow."
Although Pat was 33 years old, a strong, accomplished woman, she was so
relieved she had her mother and aunt to depend on to see her through
this crisis. She arrived at her childhood home shortly before midnight,
her car loaded down with her three children and several hastily-packed
suitcases. Once the three children had been settled in bed, the three
adults retired to the kitchen. As they walked in together, Pat said, "I
knew you'd have the coffee on, mom."
Claire wrapped her arm around her daughter's waist and pulled her toward
her for a hug. "The three of us have a lot to talk about, darling. I
think we're going to be up for a while."
The world of the 1980s had brought changes for both Melissa and Claire.
After almost a decade as manager of the local bank, Melissa had abruptly
lost her job when the hometown institution had been sold to a regional
banking chain two years earlier. She had been replaced by a young man
just a few years out of college. "I could probably sue for age and sex
discrimination," Melissa told Claire. "But I'd just as soon drop it and
get on with my life." She did just that, opening an accounting and tax
office out of their home. It was scary being on her own professionally
after the security of the bank's paycheck for almost 30 years, but she
was confident she would be able to build a successful business, and she
did.
As for Claire, she had done something in 1982 she couldn't have imagined
ever doing, as a female or male. She ran for public office?the local
school board. She had grown increasingly frustrated after more than a
dozen years as a teacher's aide in one of the community's elementary
schools and had resigned to take a position at a private school. This
allowed her to enter the school board race at the urging of numerous
former colleagues, parents and friends. She had won a narrow victory and
quickly threw herself into learning the ins and outs of school policy.
She was particularly grateful she could tap into Melissa's financial
expertise to understand the intricacies of the budget.
Now, in the wee hours of a Saturday morning, mother, daughter and aunt
sat together to map out the youngest woman's next steps. She wanted to
move back to her hometown to start anew, but insisted she wouldn't stay
in the family home long; she was intent on quickly finding a job and
getting her own place ("Six of us in this little place?" she said.
"Someone will kill someone pretty quick.") She did, however, accede to
her mother's insistence that she would take care of two-year-old
Christopher during the day. "You don't need to spend the money on day
care," she insisted.
"But what about your job?" Pat had asked.
"I'll quit, no problem. I mean, I love those kids at the daycare, but
none of them is my own grandson. Besides, we didn't get to raise a boy
the first time around. This will be fun?I think."
In the months ahead, Melissa and Claire questioned that sentiment?a few
times. Most days, they delighted in the boy's presence. But there were
also the days when they learned that the "terrible twos" aren't just a
saying. When they had arrived in 1953, Rose had been five and Pat was
three, so they had been spared that difficult year with both girls. And
they were girls. Despite all the raging debate about the equality of the
sexes, both women, Claire especially, firmly believed that girls and
boys had fundamentally different temperaments, regardless of any
societal influences.
Of course, societal influences were the last thing on Claire's mind when
Christopher threw a fit during a trip to the store because she wouldn't
buy him a candy bar ("Nana, I want! I want! I want!" he had screamed).
Or when he decided he didn't need to take his afternoon nap one day and
kept getting out of bed...and Claire kept putting him back in, a battle
of wills that went on for over an hour before the exhausted boy finally
gave in to his need for rest.
And he was definitely all boy?he wanted his toy cars and toy soldiers.
Once, as an experiment, Claire tried offering him one of his mother's
old dolls; that was met with a sharp "No!"
Claire found herself grateful that Melissa had chosen to operate out of
a home office. The flexibility of being her own boss allowed her to
offer relief parenting anytime Claire needed a break. Claire tried not
to call on her too often, but she realized that although she had taken
care of herself, she simply didn't have the energy at 55 that she had at
25.
She couldn't help but seeing the signs of middle age as she looked in
the mirror now. There were lines in her forehead and around her eyes,
and her skin just didn't have the same dewy glow it had in her youth. If
she didn't keep up her hair coloring routine, she would see grey roots
starting to appear at her scalp. She still had a decent figure in a
dress, but when she took off her bra and girdle, the droop and sag was
unmistakable.
Melissa didn't see any of this, though, when she looked at the love of
her life; she saw the same beautiful young woman who had awakened next
to her in the theatre in 1953. She was happy that she had chosen to work
at home, which allowed her to be close to Claire and Christopher all
day, though she had to fight the temptation to steal more time with them
than she was already.
Thanks to the contacts she had made in business and the community, her
business was thriving. She was still doing all the bookwork the old-
fashioned way?by hand. Claire had tried to talk her into buying a
computer, but Melissa wanted nothing to do with any of the brands on the
market. She would wait until next year, she insisted, when the first Mac
would arrive. When Melissa declared the discussion closed, she thought
she saw a bit of where Christopher's stubborn streak had come from.
So the days passed. Claire thought to herself one morning, I've never
grown tired of these rituals, and I don't think I ever will. In the
early days, right after their arrival in the past, she wondered if she
would become weary of applying makeup, putting on a bra, slipping into
heels....thirty years on, it still hadn't happened.
Claire was truly grateful for all the blessings she and her family had
experienced. She couldn't help but feel sadness over the fact that
neither of her daughters had a husband. Pat's marriage had ended badly,
and Rose was still single at 35. She put all her passion, energy and
time into her work. She was now employed by a public-interest law firm
in a large Midwestern city that worked with a gay, bi, lesbian and
transgender advocacy organization. Both Claire and Melissa were
exceedingly proud of her, but smiled at the irony. No doubt the cause
was close to her heart because her mother and aunt were lesbians, but
she would never believe they were transgender as well.
Melissa seemed accepting of the fact that Rose wasn't ready to marry
yet, but Claire was conflicted. She knew that a woman shouldn't need a
man to complete her (and vice versa), but having enjoyed the loving
companionship of her Melissa for three decades, she knew what it meant
to have someone by your side to share the joys and sorrows of life. Pain
shared, she thought, is pain halved, but joy shared is joy doubled.
Claire looked out the window at the quiet neighborhood they called home.
It wasn't quite as peaceful as it had been in the fifties (too many kids
with boom boxes to allow that), but it was still a good place to raise a
family, including the next generation. It had been a wonderful life so
far; she couldn't wait to find out what tomorrow would bring.
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