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Life Begins at 60:Beating Time at Its Own Game
by Carolyn HowardJohnson   

Last edited: Sunday, October 05, 2003
Posted: Sunday, October 05, 2003

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A first person essay about how one writer beat the odds in the face of sexism, cancer and her own unadulterated stupidity


Sometimes the big barriers in life aren’t abject poverty, dreaded disease or death. Sometimes it’s the subtle ones set upon us by time and place. The ones that can’t be seen and can’t be acknowledged because we don’t know they are there. They creep up silently on padded feet and, if we sense them at all, we choose not to turn and face them.

The decade of the 50s was a time when these kinds of barriers faced those with dark skin, those who lived in closed religious communities, and those who were female.

When I applied for a job as a writer at Hearst Corporation in New York in 1961 I was required to take a typing test. I was piqued because I wasn’t applying for the typing-pool, I was applying for a post as an editorial assistant.
I was told, “No typing test, no interview.” I took the test and was offered a job in the ranks of those who could do 70 in a minute. I had to insist upon the interview I had been promised. I was only twenty and had no real skills in assertiveness. I am amazed I had the wherewithal to do that.

The essentials of this anecdote lie in the fact that I was putout for the wrong reasons. My irritation was a reflection of hubris. However, that pride was probably what goaded me into speaking up; pride is not always a bad thing to have.

It certainly never occurred to me that this requirement was one that applied only to women much less that I should be angry for the sake of my entire gender. Prejudice is sometimes like traveling on well-worn treads; you have no idea you’re in danger. It also feeds on the ignorance of its victims. They benignly accept their lot because they know no better.

Something similar was at work when I married and had children. I happily took a new direction to accommodate my husband’s career and the life the winds of the times presented to me. I left my writing with hardly a backward look. Back then, in the days before women had been made aware, the possibilities were not an open book to be denied or accepted. I just did what was expected by the entire culture.

Things are so much better now; I don’t think women younger than their mid-fifties have any idea or how ignorant most women were to their own possibilities. That there was a time when we didn’t even know we had choices is not fiction.

I had always wanted to sit in a forest or an office or a newsroom with a pencil in my hand. I dreamed writing, lived writing and loved writing. I wanted to write the next “Gone With The Wind” only about Utah instead of about the South. I had a plan that was, itself, gone with the wind.

It was the 1950s and women in that time, and especially in that place, had a notion of who they should be, could be and, mostly, they got it from those around them because many of them couldn’t see the difference from society’s expectations and their own.

“You can’t be a nurse,” my mother said. “Your ankles aren’t sturdy enough.” I also was told I couldn’t be a doctor because that wasn’t a woman’s vocation.

“Be a teacher because you can be home the same hours as your children, but learn to type because every woman should be able to make a living somehow if their husband dies.”

Writing was not a consideration. It didn’t fit any of the requirements. So when I gave it up, it didn’t feel like I was giving up much.

When I began to put myself through college I took the sound advice and studied education so I’d have a profession. I made 75 cents an hour (this was, after all, the 50s!) working as a staff writer at the Salt Lake Tribune. That I was making a living writing didn’t occur to me. I met a handsome young man and we were married. His career took precedence; that was simply how it was done. Then there were two children, carefully planned, also because that was how it should be done. By the 70s we both yearned for a career with autonomy, one where we could spend time with our children and be in command of our own lives.

My dream was a victim of the status quo. It never occurred to me to just strike out in my own direction when my husband and children needed me. The pain was there. I just didn’t recognize it so I could hardly address it and fix it.

My husband and I built a business. We raised a lawyer and a mathematician, grew in joy with a grandson, lived through floods and moves, enjoyed travel. For forty years I didn’t write and, during that time, there were changes. Women had more choices but more than that they had become more aware. The equipment, gears and pulleys were in place for a different view on life. In midlife I became aware that there was an empty hole where my children had been but also that the hole was more vast than the space vacated by them. I knew I not only would be able to write, I would need to write.

Then I read that, if those who live until they are fifty in these times may very likely see their hundredth year. That meant that I might have another entire lifetime before me--plenty of time to do whatever I wanted. In fact, it’s my belief that women in their 50s might have more time for their second life because they won’t have to spend the first twenty years preparing for adulthood.

One day I sat down and began to write the “Great Utah Novel.” I thought it would be a lot easier than it was. I had majored in English Lit. Writing a novel should be pretty much second nature.

It wasn’t long before I realized that it wasn’t as easy as writing the news stories I had written as a young woman. There were certain skills I didn’t have. It was a discouraging time. I might not have to learn speech and motor skills and the ABCs but there sure was a lot I didn’t know about writing.

Somewhere after writing about 400 pages (easily a year’s work), I knew something major was wrong.

I took classes at UCLA in writing. I attended writers’ conferences. I read up on marketing. I updated computer skills that had been honed in the days of the Apple II. And all the while I wrote and revised and listened and revised again. This Is The Place finally emerged.

It is about a young woman, Skylar Eccles, who is a half-breed. In Utah where she was born and raised, that meant that she was one-half Mormon and one-half any other religion. Skylar considers marrying a Mormon man in spite of her own internal longing for a career. By confronting her own history--several generations of women who entered into mixed marriages--and by experiencing a series of devastating events, she comes to see she must make her own way in the world, follow her own true north.

Much of what I wrote about is my own story. If my novel were a tapestry, the warp would be real but the woof would be the stuff of imagination—real fiction.

I think I bring a unique vision to my work. Utah has a beauty and wonder of its own. The Mormons are a mystery to many. I think I tell a story about Utah in the 50s that could only be told by someone who lived in that time and place and who was a part of the two cultures—the Mormon and the non-Mormon—that make it a whole.

I am proud that I did it. I’m glad that I waited until I was sixty. I believe that forty years brought insight to the story in terms of the obstacles that women faced in those days. Since then I published "Harkening: A Collection of Stories Remembered" and my work short stories, excerpts and poetry has been published in review journals and anthologies.

I think I also really like being proof that a new life can start late—or that it is never too late to revive a dream.

(Carolyn Howard-Johnson’s novel, This Is The Place, is set in Salt Lake City inthe 50s and has won eight awards. The interest in that city because of the recent Winter Olympics, the Elizabeth Smart case and others along
with a renewed interest in genealogy Carolyn’s unique insight into the place she was raised makes this novel not only timely but essential. You can read the first chapter FREE
by emailing: carolynhowardjohnson.sendfree.com or go to http://www.tlt.com/authors/carolynhowardjohnson.htm)

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Permission is given to reprint this article as long as it is properly credited and the author is notified.

Web Site: This is the Place


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Reviewed by Patrick McCormick
I enjoyed reading your article. I have often said that womens liberation liberated men rather than women, since today if a woman is with a man it is usually because she wants to be there. In the past this was not necessary the case. Having read your atrticle I am thinking that perhaps it liberated everyone.
Reviewed by Betty Torain
Dear Carolyn, thanks for allowing me to share excerpts from your essay. I am a retired counselor who have always wanted to share what was in my heart, and, your essay have given me the courage to go forward.
Thanks.
Reviewed by m j hollingshead
enjoyed the read
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Enjoyable read. When you stop dreaming, you are truly finished.The best to you on your writing.
Reviewed by Bobby Ruble (Reader)
Being of the male gender, I did have a choice in my career, and I chose serving my country. Because I had a wife and children to support, choosing a writing career would have not been an option. I didn't start my writing career until just a few years ago. Today I am 70 and in poor health. A late bloomer, perhaps. But, like you, finally able fulfill a writing career. As you have proved, Carolyn, egardless of age and/or health, it is never too late to start fulfilling your dreams.

Bobby Ruble is the author of "Have No Mercy", and co-author of "Black Rosebud: Have No Mercy II".

Reviewed by Linda Lee Berndt (Reader)
Life begins at 60...is a true to life account of one woman's life and struggle to be heard, to be counted as a valid "person." Back
"in the day," it was so much more difficult for a woman to assume a career or a place. This strong woman persevered and went on to take her place among the " heard." It may have taken more time than she had anticipated, but she finally honed her skills,went down the road of life, and on to her own self-deserved glory. Good for her!
Today women have it much easier. We have a golden opportunity that the women who came before us would have loved to have.
Even so, there are those among us who continue to wait for the "right time" or when the kids leave home to seek our true selves and our fortunes. I am one of those. Although, I ,too, shall perservere and go on to take my rightful place among the writers and readers of our times.
Carolyn has done a wonderful! A great article!
Let's all feep pounding those keys and finding our place to be heard.
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