My grandmother was a bad-ass. Not the going-in-guns-ablazing- kind of bad-ass. But the ordinary, every-day kind. The older I get, the more I see her strength.
My granny Maj-Britt, who was born at the beginning of the 1900s, was the first female on her block to wear long pants instead of a skirt. Her mother made them out of a linen sack. My great-granny was amazing at sewing; just closed her eyes and drew up a sketch of what she needed, and then went to work. The neighbours, especially the women, were aghast at Maj-Britt's audacity. The horror! A young girl wearing pants! How incredibly... unsuitable! They complained, of course, claiming it was not the sort of thing a young woman should be doing. Pants were for men, and women should not show their legs. My great-grandmother just looked right back and them and responded "You actually see less of her legs this way, so what is the problem?". I would have liked to meet her.
When Maj-Britt had married my grandfather, Tore, she was one of the first women to start working outside of home. Later, she was one of the first women to get a driving license. She was also politically active, fighting for what she believed in and voicing her opinions. At the same time she tried to fit in with what was expected of her as a woman at that time. A spotlessly clean home. Two well-mannered children. That can't have been easy! The older I get, the more I feel what a struggle it must have been at times.
My granddad worked very hard as well. Tore was a bit unusual in that he didn't mind that his wife worked outside of their home. He was also getting complained at by men of the neighbourhood for hanging the laundry, which they considered women's work - they said it made their wives ask them to do it as well! How ghastly, indeed!
As hanging laundry to dry was very heavy work at the time, my granddad thought it would be unfair to have Maj-Britt do it. After all, he was physically stronger than she. So, he continued doing it. No matter what anybody else said.
Were my grandparents perfect? Of course not! They were human, and humans make mistakes. They were products of their time, just as we are. But they were striving to do things their way, to create a better world... And whenever I think about their every-day struggle, I feel proud to be their grandchild. I feel proud to come from a line of strong willed people who tried to make the world a better place. I feel especially proud for having had a grandmother who, through her way of life, affected what was the female gender role at the time.
Yes, my grandmother was a bad-ass. In the best sense of the word.
I write this in loving memory of Maj-Britt and Tore Enqvist. Two amazing people!