Dixie Carter-dead
I can't really believe it.
I remember when my grandmother moved in with us in her early '80s. She'd just been divorced after being married for 40 years. Hubby cheated with a 6o year old and she was pretty depressed.
I can still remember asking her if she wanted to read the newspaper one morning.
"No, I don't want to even look at it.." she said.
"So many of my friends are in the obituaries that I just can't stand to read the paper anymore."
That's how I felt today when I heard on CNN that Dixie Carter had died. I loved watching Designing Women. It was such a great show. And she was a wonderful southern lady. The kind of person that you felt you knew well, even when you didn't.
She reminded me of my daughter's preschool teacher, who had migrated to California during the Oklahoma dustbowl. With a hint of a southern accent (or was it midwestern?), Mrs. Peacock always made you feel good. Good about your child, and that you were part of Mrs. Peacock's family and that she cared about you, your kid and your life. And that she was fair and honest and decent.
I felt that way about Dixie Carter. And I feel so sad that all of my female role models are ending up with small, little paragraphs in the backs of newspapers or as little news bites on Internet sites when they go. Wilma Mankiller, Dixie Carter...these women all mattered to me. And they deserve to be on the front page of the paper when they do. Because they made the world a better place. For everyone.
I remember when my grandmother moved in with us in her early '80s. She'd just been divorced after being married for 40 years. Hubby cheated with a 6o year old and she was pretty depressed.
I can still remember asking her if she wanted to read the newspaper one morning.
"No, I don't want to even look at it.." she said.
"So many of my friends are in the obituaries that I just can't stand to read the paper anymore."
That's how I felt today when I heard on CNN that Dixie Carter had died. I loved watching Designing Women. It was such a great show. And she was a wonderful southern lady. The kind of person that you felt you knew well, even when you didn't.
She reminded me of my daughter's preschool teacher, who had migrated to California during the Oklahoma dustbowl. With a hint of a southern accent (or was it midwestern?), Mrs. Peacock always made you feel good. Good about your child, and that you were part of Mrs. Peacock's family and that she cared about you, your kid and your life. And that she was fair and honest and decent.
I felt that way about Dixie Carter. And I feel so sad that all of my female role models are ending up with small, little paragraphs in the backs of newspapers or as little news bites on Internet sites when they go. Wilma Mankiller, Dixie Carter...these women all mattered to me. And they deserve to be on the front page of the paper when they do. Because they made the world a better place. For everyone.
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