In 1972, our high school girls’ gymnastics team had to wear whatever get-ups we could fashion into something that remotely looked liked uniforms. Mine was a fashion body-suit that snapped “you know where,” and some dark L’eggs stockings with the feet cut off. We started our practice as soon as the boys finished with the gym. At least we had our own locker room, right?
Like most women of my age or older, I watch the Olympics with a special sort of pride. Title IX was signed into law in the summer of 1972.
You go, girls.
About Ginny O'Donnell
After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see.
Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we?
Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!
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I just love watching the girls’ gymnastics!!!! And the fashion!!!! They have come a long way. Right.
Side note; It breaks my heart to see them get upset when they mess-up! Those poor little Russian girls:(
BTW, I love the picture!!! By far the best looking one. Gold for you!!!
I love this post from you!!! :)
Love it! Are you sure that’s not Ginger seated front row center”