I was already trying to sort, purge, and organize our stuff when the basement flooded. Now I have real motivation to make progress. One of the items rescued from the rising tide is a small wooden chest that belonged to one of my grandmothers. I hadn’t even looked at it in years, and hadn’t opened it in much longer.
It contains, among other papers, educational records for this grandmother, who was what we now call a returning student: she earned a college degree in her 60s, because she had always wanted to go to college, and finally was able to. I knew that, and it’s one of the reasons I enjoy teaching the population I teach, including the returning students who are a generation or more older than the “typical” college student.
But I did not know her full name, or at least, I don’t recall ever being told it. The “middle” name I knew for her was her nom de jeune fille. Her given middle name:
So, although when I began blogging I chose the name of an obscure medieval woman translator in an effort to publicize the fact that there were accomplished, intellectual medieval women, in fact I have a sort of right to the name. Oddly, I’ve even become a translator, when I had no thought of that however many years ago I began this blog. The “Dame” part, though . . . well, we all know “There’s nothing like a dame.” I expect that’s the best I’ll ever do in that direction.