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The Sudden Sixties
by
Hannah and Marcia differed about a lot of things. Hannah had fallen into the bad habit of saying, “When you were children I didn’t—-“
“Yes, but things are different now, please remember, Mother. I want my children to have all the advantages I can give them. I want them to have all the advantages I never had.”
If Ed was present at such times he would look up from his paper to say, “The kids’ll never thank you for it, Marsh.”
“I don’t want them to.”
There was something strangely familiar about the whole thing as it sounded in Hannah’s ears.
The matter of the brace, alone. There was a tiny gap between Joan’s two front teeth and, strangely enough, between Peter’s as well. It seemed to Hannah that every well-to-do child in Hyde Park had developed this gap between the two incisors and that all the soft pink child mouths in the district parted to display a hideous and disfiguring arrangement of complicated wire and metal. The process of bringing these teeth together was a long and costly one, totalling between six hundred and two thousand dollars, depending on the reluctance with which the parted teeth met, and the financial standing of the teeths’ progenitors. Peter’s dental process was not to begin for another year. Eight was considered the age. It seemed to be as common as vaccination.
From Hannah: “I don’t know what’s the matter with children’s teeth nowadays. My children’s teeth never had to have all this contraption on them. You got your teeth and that was the end of it.”
“Perhaps if they’d paid proper attention to them,” Marcia would reply, “there wouldn’t be so many people going about with disfigured jaws now.”
Then there were the dancing lessons. Joan went twice a week, Peter once. Joan danced very well the highly technical steps of the sophisticated dances taught her at the Krisiloff School. Her sturdy little legs were trained at the practice bar. Her baby arms curved obediently above her head or in fixed relation to the curve of her body in the dance. She understood and carried into effect the French technical terms. It was called gymnastic and interpretive dancing. There was about it none of the spontaneity with which a child unconsciously endows impromptu dance steps. But it was graceful and lovely. Hannah thought Joan a second Pavlowa; took vast delight in watching her. Taking Joan and Peter to these dancing classes was one of the duties that often devolved upon her. In the children’s early years Marcia had attended a child study class twice a week and Hannah had more or less minded the two in their mother’s absence. The incongruity of this had never struck her. Or if it had she had never mentioned it to Marcia. There were a good many things she never mentioned to Marcia. Marcia was undoubtedly a conscientious mother, thinking of her children, planning for her children, hourly: their food, their clothes, their training, their manners, their education. Asparagus; steak; French; health shoes; fingernails; dancing; teeth; hair; curtseys.
“Train all the independence out of ’em,” Hannah said sometimes, grimly. Not to Marcia, though. She said it sometimes to her friends Julia Pierce or Sarah Clapp, or even to Vinie Harding, the spinster of sixty, for all three, including the spinster Vinie, who was a great-aunt, seemed to be living much the same life that had fallen to Hannah Winter’s lot.
Hyde Park was full of pretty, well-dressed, energetic young mothers who were leaning hard upon the Hannah Winters of their own families. You saw any number of grey-haired, modishly gowned grandmothers trundling go-carts; walking slowly with a moist baby fist in their gentle clasp; seated on park benches before which blue rompers dug in the sand or gravel or tumbled on the grass. The pretty young mothers seemed very busy, too, in another direction. They attended classes, played bridge, marketed, shopped, managed their households. Some of them had gone in for careers. None of them seemed conscious of the frequency with which they said, “Mother, will you take the children from two to five this afternoon?” Or, if they were conscious of it, they regarded it as a natural and normal request. What are grandmothers for?