Hubby stopped by the docter's office the other day, sauntered in and approached the receptionist and said probably,
"Hello, there, Honey. I'm Rodger Duncan. Do you know who I am?" (small town where everyone supposedly knows everyone else)(Honey pronounced hawney,Southern Speak)
Blank stare back from receptionist. So he says, "I'm Barbara Duncan's husband. Do you know her?"
Big smile, dimples, and an "Oh, yes, she's the real estate lady!" She realized this old car-dealer who called her "Hawney" was actually harmless.
It wasn't always this way.
What a change since I've been in Searcy Arkansas. As the picture above shows, we girls once had no identity of our own. The pictures don't say our first names and last. We were Mrs. Rodger Duncan, etc. This was in the 70's. Look at the newspapers now and we girls have our own identity. I am Barbara S Duncan. I may be Mrs. Rodger Duncan, too, but primarily I have my own identity. I don't know of a single news reporter who'd ask for my husband's name to put under my picture in the paper.
WE'VE COME A LONG WAY, BABY!
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