Working.

rippling in her,

content is the man.

-D.H. Lawrence THERESE CARTER.

We"re in the kitchen of the Carter home, as we were eight years ago. It is in Downers Grove Estates, an unincorporated area west of Chicago. There are one-family dwellings in this blue-collar community of skilled craftsmen-"middle cla.s.s. They"ve all got good jobs, plumbers, electricians, truckdrivers." Her husband Bob is the foreman of an auto body repair shop. They have three children: two boys, twenty-one and fourteen, and one girl, eighteen.

It is a house Bob has, to a great extent, built himself. During my previous visit he was still working at it. Today it is finished-to his satisfaction. The room is large, remarkably tidy; all is in its place. On the wall is a small blackboard of humorous familial comment, as well as a bulletin board of newspaper clippings and political cartoons.

On another wall is the kitchen prayer I remembered: Bless the kitchen in which I cook

Bless each moment within this nook

Let joy and laughter share this room

With spices, skillets and my broom

Bless me and mine with love and health

And I"ll ask not for greater wealth.

How would I describe myself? It"ll sound terrible-just a housewife. (Laughs.) It"s true. What is a housewife? You don"t have to have any special talents. I don"t have any.

First thing I do in the morning is come in the kitchen and have a cigarette. Then I"ll put the coffee on and whatever else we"re gonna have for breakfast: bacon and eggs, sausage, waffles, toast, whatever. Then I"ll make one lunch for young Bob-when school"s on, I"ll pack more-and I get them off to work. I"ll usually throw a load of clothes in the washer while I"m waiting for the next batch to get up out of bed, and carry on from there. It"s nothing really.

Later I"ll clean house and sew, do something. I sew a lot of dresses for Cathy and myself. I brought this sewing machine up here years ago. It belongs here. This is my room and I love it, the kitchen.

I start my dinner real early because I like to fuss. I"ll bake, cook . . . There"s always little interruptions, kids running in and out, take me here, take me there. After supper, I really let down. I"m not a worker after supper. I conk out. I sit and relax and read, take a bath, have my ice cream, and go to bed. (Laughs.) It"s not really a full day. You think it is? You make me sound important. Keep talking. (Laughs.) I don"t think it"s important because for so many years it wasn"t considered. I"m doing what I"m doing and I fill my day and I"m very contented. Yet I see women all around that do a lot more than I do. Women that have to work. I feel they"re worthy of much more of a t.i.tle than housewife.

If anybody else would say this, I"d talk back to "em, but I myself feel like it"s not much. Anybody can do it. I was gone for four days and Cathy took over and managed perfectly well without me. (Laughs.) I felt great, I really did. I knew she was capable.

I"ll never say I"m really a good mother until I see the way they all turn out. So far they"ve done fine. I had somebody tell me in the hospital I must have done a good job of raising them. I just went along from day to day and they turned out all right.

Oh-I even painted the house last year. How much does a painter get paid for painting a house? (Laughs.) What? I"m a skilled craftsman myself? I never thought about that. Artist? No. (Laughs.) I suppose if you do bake a good cake, you can be called an artist. But I never heard anybody say that. I bake bread too. Oh gosh, I"ve been a housewife for a long time. (Laughs.) I never thought about what we"d be worth. I"ve read these things in the paper: If you were a tailor or a cook, you"d get so much an hour. I think that"s a lot of boloney. I think if you"re gonna be a mother or a housewife, you should do these things because you want to, not because you have to.

You look around at all these career women and they"re really doing things. What am I doing? Cooking and cleaning. (Laughs.) It"s necessary, but it"s not really great.

It"s known they lead a different life than a housewife. I"m not talking about Golda Meir or anybody like that. Just even some women in the neighborhood that have to work and come home and take care of the family. I really think they deserve an awful lot of credit.

A housewife is a housewife, that"s all. Low on the totem pole. I can read the paper and find that out. Someone who is a model or a movie star, these are the great ones. I don"t necessarily think they are, but they"re the ones you hear about. A movie star will raise this wonderful family and yet she has a career. I imagine most women would feel less worthy. Not just me.

Somebody who goes out and works for a living is more important than somebody who doesn"t. What they do is very important in the business world. What I do is only important to five people. I don"t like putting a housewife down, but everybody has done it for so long. It"s sort of the thing you do. Deep down, I feel what I"m doing is important. But you just hate to say it, because what are you? Just a housewife? (Laughs.) I love being a housewife. Maybe that"s why I feel so guilty. I shouldn"t be happy doing what I"m doing. (Laughs.) Maybe you"re not supposed to be having fun. I never looked on it as a duty.

I think a lot. (Laughs.) Oh sure, I daydream. Everybody does. Some of "em are big and some of "em are silly. Sometimes you dream you"re still a kid and you"re riding your bike. Sometimes you daydream you"re really someone special and people are asking you for your advice, that you"re in a really big deal. (Laughs.) I have very simple pleasures. I"m not a deep reader. I can"t understand a lot of things. I"ve never read-oh, how do you p.r.o.nounce it, Camus? I"m not musically inclined. I go as far as Boston Pops and the Beatles. (Laughs.) I don"t know anything about art at all. I could never converse with anybody about it. They"d have to be right, because I wouldn"t know whether they"re right or wrong. I have no special talents in any direction.

I just read a new Peter De Vries book. I can"t think of the name of it, that"s terrible. (Suddenly) Always Panting. I was the first Peter De Vries fan in the world. I introduced my sister to it and that was the one big thing I"ve ever done in my life. (Laughs.) Now I"m reading Grapes Of Wrath. I"m ashamed of myself. Everybody in the family has read that book and I"ve had it for about fifteen years. Finally I decided to read it because my daughter raved about it.

There is a paperback copy of The Savage G.o.d by A. Alvarez nearby. I indicate it.

I just started a little bit about Sylvia Plath and I decided I would read this book. Ms. magazine has an article about her. Sure I read Ms. I don"t think it"s unusual just because I live around here. I don"t agree with everything in it. But I read it. I read matchbox covers too. (Laughs.) I think Woman"s Lib puts down a housewife. Even though they say if this is what a woman wants, it"s perfectly all right. I feel it"s said in such a snide way: "If this is all she can do and she"s contented, leave her alone." It"s patronizing.

I look on reading right now as strictly enjoyment and relaxation. So I won"t even let myself pick up a book before ten " at night. If I do, I"m afraid I might forget about everything else. During lunch time I"ll look through a magazine because I can put it down and forget about it. But real enjoyable reading I"ll do at night.

I"d feel guilty reading during the day. (Laughs.) In your own home. There are so many things you should be doing. If I did it, I wouldn"t think the world"s coming to an end, but that"s the way I"m geared. That"s not the time to do it, so I don"t do it.

When I went to school a few years ago it was very startling around here. Why would an older woman like me be wanting to go back to school? They wouldn"t say it directly, but you hear things. I took some courses in college English, psychology, sociology. I enjoyed going but I didn"t want to continue on and be a teacher. I still enjoyed being at home much more. Oh, I might go back if there was anything special I"d like.

I enjoy cooking. If it was a job, maybe I wouldn"t like doing it. As low on the totem pole as I consider being a housewife, I love every minute of it. You will hear me gripe and groan like everybody else, but I do enjoy it.

I"ll also enjoy it when the kids are all gone. I always had the feeling that I can really-oh, I don"t know what I want to do, but whatever that would be, I can do it. I"ll be on my own. I"m looking forward to it. Just a lot of things I"ve never taken the time to do.

I"ve never been to the Art Inst.i.tute. Now that might be one thing I might do. (Laughs.) I"ve grown up in Chicago and I"ve never been there and I think that"s terrible. Because I"ve never gotten on the train and gone. I can"t spend all that time there yet. But pretty soon I"ll be able to.

I haven"t been to the Museum of Science and Industry for ten years at least. These things are nothing special to anybody else, but to me they would be. And to sit down and read one whole book in one afternoon if I felt like it. That would be something!

When the kids leave I want it to be a happy kind of time. Just to do the things I would like to do. Not traveling. Just to do what you want to do not at a certain time or a certain day. Sewing a whole dress at one time. Or cooking for just two people.

That"s what makes me feel guilty. Usually when kids go off and get married the mother sits and cries. But I"m afraid I"m just gonna smile all the way through it. (Laughs.) They"ll think I"m not a typical mother. I love my kids, I love "em to pieces. But by the same token, I"ll be just so happy for them and for myself and for Bob, too. I think we deserve a time together alone.

I don"t look at housework as a drudgery. People will complain: "Why do I have to scrub floors?" To me, that isn"t the same thing as a man standing there-it"s his livelihood-putting two screws together day after day after day. It would drive anybody nuts. It would drive me wild. That poor man doesn"t even get to see the finished product. I"ll sit here and I"ll cook a pie and I"ll get to see everybody eat it. This is my offering. I think it"s the greatest satisfaction in the world to know you"ve pleased somebody. Everybody has to feel needed. I know I"m needed. I"m doing it for them and they"re doing it for me. And that"s the way it is.

JESUSITA NOVARRO.

She is a mother of five children: the oldest twelve, the youngest two. "I went on welfare when my first husband walked out on me. I was swimming alone, completely cuckoo for a while. When I married this second man, I got off it. When he started drinking and bringing no money home, I had to quit my job and go on welfare again. I got something with this welfare business and I don"t like it."

She is working part-time as an a.s.sistant case aide at a settlement house in the neighborhood. The director "says I"m doing real good and can have a job upstairs with a little bit more money. It"s only four hours, because in the afternoon I want to be with my children. They"re still small."

She has just come home from the hospital where she was treated for a serious illness. On this hot August afternoon-it is over a hundred degrees-the blower in the kitchen isn"t doing much good. The three children in the house are more fascinated by technology-the tape recorder -than the conversation, though they are listening . . .

I start my day here at five o"clock. I get up and prepare all the children"s clothes. If there"s shoes to shine, I do it in the morning. About seven o"clock I bathe the children. I leave my baby with the baby sitter and I go to work at the settlement house. I work until twelve ". Sometimes I"ll work longer if I have to go to welfare and get a check for somebody. When I get back, I try to make hot food for the kids to eat. In the afternoon it"s pretty well on my own. I scrub and clean and cook and do whatever I have to do.

Welfare makes you feel like you"re nothing. Like you"re laying back and not doing anything and it"s falling in your lap. But you must understand, mothers, too, work. My house is clean. I"ve been scrubbing since this morning. You could check my clothes, all washed and ironed. I"m home and I"m working. I am a working mother.

A job that a woman in a house is doing is a tedious job-especially if you want to do it right. If you do it slipshod, then it"s not so bad. I"m pretty much of a perfectionist. I tell my kids, hang a towel. I don"t want it thrown away. That is very hard. It"s a constant game of picking up this, picking up that. And putting this away, so the house"ll be clean.

Some men work eight hours a day. There are mothers that work eleven, twelve hours a day. We get up at night, a baby vomits, you have to be calling the doctor, you have to be changing the baby. When do you get a break, really? You don"t. This is an all-around job, day and night. Why do they say it"s charity? We"re working for our money. I am working for this check. It is not charity. We are giving some kind of home to these children.

I"m so busy all day I don"t have time to daydream. I pray a lot. I pray to G.o.d to give me strength. If He should take a child away from me, to have the strength to accept it. It"s His kid. He just borrowed him to me.

I used to get in and close the door. Now I speak up for my right. I walk with my head up. If I want to wear big earrings, I do. If I"m overweight, that"s too bad. I"ve gotten completely over feeling where I"m little. I"m working now, I"m pulling my weight. I"m gonna get off welfare in time, that"s my goal-get off.

It"s living off welfare and feeling that you"re taking something for nothing the way people have said. You get to think maybe you are. You get to think, Why am I so stupid? Why can"t I work? Why do I have to live this way? It"s not enough to live on anyway. You feel degraded.

The other day I was at the hospital and I went to pay my bill. This nurse came and gave me the green card. Green card is for welfare. She went right in front of me and gave it to the cashier. She said, "I wish I could stay home and let the money fall in my lap." I felt rotten. I was just burning inside. You hear this all the way around you. The doctor doesn"t even look at you. People are ashamed to show that green card. Why can"t a woman just get a check in the mail: Here, this check is for you. Forget welfare. You"re a mother who works.

This nurse, to her way of thinking, she represents the working people. The ones with the green card, we represent the lazy no-goods. This is what she was saying. They"re the good ones and we"re the bad guys.

You know what happened at the hospital? I was put in a nice room, semiprivate. You stay there until someone with insurance comes in and then you get pushed up to the fifth floor. There"s about six people in there, and n.o.body comes even if you ring. I said, "Listen lady, you can put me on the roof. You just find out what"s the matter with me so I can get the h.e.l.l out of here."

How are you going to get people off welfare if they"re constantly being pushed down? If they"re constantly feeling they"re not good for anything? People say, I"m down, I"ll stay down. And this goes on generation to generation to generation. Their daughter and their daughter and their daughter. So how do you break this up? These kids don"t ask to be born -these kids are gonna grow up and give their lives one day. There will always be a Vietnam.

There will always be war. There always has been. The way the world is run, yes, there will always be war. Why? I really don"t know. n.o.body has ever told me. I was so busy handling my own affairs and taking care of my children and trying to make my own money and calling up welfare when my checks are late or something has been stolen. All I know is what"s going on here. I"m an intelligent woman up to a certain point, and after that . . . I wish I knew. I guess the big shots decided the war. I don"t question it, because I"ve been busy fighting my own little war for so long.

The head of the settlement house wants me to take the social worker"s job when I get back to work. I visit homes, I talk to mothers. I try to make them aware that they got something to give. I don"t try to work out the problems. This is no good. I try to help them come to some kind of a decision. If there"s no decision, to live with it, because some problem doesn"t have any answer.

There was one mother that needed shoes, I found shoes for her. There was another mother that needed money because her check was late. I found someplace for her to borrow a couple of dollars. It"s like a fund. I could borrow a couple of dollars until my check comes, then when my check comes I give it back. How much time have mothers left to go out and do this? How many of us have given time so other mothers could learn to speak English, so they"ll be able to go to work. We do it gladly because the Lord gave us English.

I went to one woman"s house and she"s Spanish speaking. I was talking to her in English and she wouldn"t unbend. I could see the fear in her eyes. So I started talking Spanish. Right away, she invited me for coffee and she was telling me the latest news . . .

I would like to help mothers be aware of how they can give to the community. Not the whole day-maybe three, four hours. And get paid for it. There"s nothing more proud for you to receive a check where you worked at. It"s yours, you done it.

At one time, during her second marriage, she had worked as an a.s.sembler at a television factory. "I didn"t care for it. It was too automatic. It was just work, work, work, and I wasn"t giving of myself. Just hurry it up and get it done. Even if you get a job that pays you, if you don"t enjoy it, what are you getting? You"re not growing up. (Taps temple.) Up here."

The people from the settlement house began visiting me, visiting welfare mothers, trying to get them interested in cooking projects and sewing. They began knocking on my door. At the beginning I was angry. It was just like I drew a curtain all around me. I didn"t think I was really good for anything. So I kind of drew back. Just kept my troubles to myself, like vegetating. When these people began calling on me, I began to see that I could talk and that I did have a brain. I became a volunteer.

I want to be a social worker. Somebody that is not indifferent, that bends an ear to everybody. You cannot be s...o...b..rish. You cannot cry with the people. Even if you cry inside, you must keep a level head. You have to try to help that person get over this b.u.mp. I would go into a house and try to make friends. Not as a spy. The ladies have it that welfare comes as spies to see what you have. Or you gotta hide everything"cause welfare is coming. There is this fear the social worker is gonna holler, because they got something, maybe a man or a boyfriend. I wouldn"t take any notes or pens or paper or pencils or anything. I would just go into the house and talk. Of course, I would look around to see what kind of an environment it is. This you have to absorb. You wouldn"t say it, but you would take it in.

I promised myself if I ever get to work all day, I"m going to buy me a little insurance. So the next time I go to the hospital I"ll go to the room I want to go. I"m gonna stay there until it"s time for me to leave, because I"m gonna pay my own bill. I don"t like to feel rotten. I want my children, when they grow up, they don"t have to live on it. I want to learn more. I"m hungry for knowledge. I want to do something. I"m searching for something. I don"t know what it is.

BOOK SIX.

THE QUIET LIFE.

DONNA MURRAY.

She has been binding books for twenty-five years. Among her clients have been the University of Chicago, the Arboretum, the Art Inst.i.tute, and private collectors. Her reflections are somewhat free a.s.sociative in nature.

"I didn"t even really become a bookbinder. It happened because we had so many books. I inherited this great big library from my father, and John46 had many, many art books that were falling apart. We had acres of books, and I thought this was the thing to do: I"ll put these books together and make them fit. So I began a sort of experiment and I enjoyed it very much. I became a bookbinder because I had nothing else to do."

At first no one taught me. I wasn"t doing much of anything. Then a marvelous woman, who"s a brilliant artist, gave me a marvelous frame that her father made for her, for sewing books and that sort of thing. So I learned to sew books. They"re really good books, it"s just the covers that are rotten. You take them apart and you make them sound and you smash them in and sew them up. That"s all there is to it.

I have a bindery at home, it"s kind of a cave, really. It"s where you have your gear-a table where you work, a cutter, a press, and those kinds of things. You have a good screw press, a heavy one that presses the books down. A binder"s gear is princ.i.p.ally his thumbnail. You push, you use your thumbnail more than anything else.

I mustn"t pose as a fine binder because I"m not. That"s exhibition binding, gold tooling. You roll out this design and you fill it with egg white. Then you cover it with pure gold leaf. I enjoy restoration very much-when you restore an old book that"s all ragged at the back. You must make a rubbing of the spine. The spine"s all rotten, so you put that aside and you turn back the pages very carefully. That"s what I enjoy most of all.

Obviously I don"t make much money binding books, but it"s very cozy work. Carolyn47 and I did simple, necessary things for the university. We bound precious pamphlets in a way that preserved them. Incunabula-books printed before 1500. Architectural works and something of the Latin poets.

Those made of vellum are usually just rotten in the back. Vellum"s a wild thing, the hide of a calf or a lamb. It"s treated with acid. The pages are falling apart. You take them out if you can and you wash them, de-acidify them in a certain solution. Then you fold them together and press them in your press.

Some of my private customers have very splendid collections, beautiful bindings you"ll never see again. I have very specific, lovely clients. One, who"s no longer living, had a magnificent collection of Stevenson and d.i.c.kens, first editions.

I go to the house and take my equipment, oils and paints and a certain binder"s paste. And a painter"s drop cloth. There"s a beautiful Oriental rug, and indeed you may not drop anything on it. You set up a card table and book ends and that"s about it, really.

We calculate the books. We make a point of being sure that the books go back exactly where they were before. We look at each book and pull it out and test it for tears. Almost everybody pulls books out by their tops, and they"re always broken. Torn from beautiful leather bindings. In dusting books, you never touch them inside. The dust only goes to the top. People who pull them out with the idea of dusting them-it"s just ridiculous. It only destroys the book.

My a.s.sistant takes the cloth for me, and then we line up the books. She dusts the tops. You always dust from the spine out, cleaning the book. Then you use the marvelous British Museum formula, pota.s.sium lactate. It"s swabbed on the books to put back in the leather the acids that were taken out, that were in the hide in the beginning. They"ve been dried out completely and all the salts have been destroyed. So we swab all the leather goods with this pota.s.sium lactate. A very little swab, and let it sink in. Then these books are polished and put back on the shelves. It preserves books that could never exist in this climate after five years.

It"s an arduous thing, but I suppose it"s important because if that kind of thing didn"t happen, the books would just disintegrate. Father"s library did. Especially in the city with its very high potency of sulfur dioxide, which eats up the books. The hideous air, the poisonous air of the city. People love to have whole sets of d.i.c.kens or Mark Twain or Dumas-the kinds of popular acquisitions in our mothers" age, when they filled up their shelves. The books in Chicago are disintegrating to a most appalling degree in comparison to the books of the same issue in Lake Forest.48 It"s been going on for years. It destroys them. It eats them up. Terrible.

I usually arrive at about ten thirty. I work as long as it pleases me. If I fill up the table and the books are oiled, I often leave at four or six. I might work for one client two or three weeks. In the case of Mrs. Armour"s books, it was a matter of six months. She had a superb collection stored in the old house. It took two days to unpack the crates. Her mother was a collector of exceedingly marvelous taste. It was undeniably one of the most beautiful collections of books I"ve ever seen. Not only in the binding, but in the selection. It was kind of wonderful to be there at that moment.

I wouldn"t want to bind anything that was flimsy. You have to think of what"s inside. If you"re binding a book about a big idea-Karl Marx! (laughs)-you obviously would accommodate a binding, wouldn"t you? The idea of the binding should reflect what"s inside. The books at the Arboretum are among the most interesting. Some of them are sixteenth-and seventeenth-century books, marvelous herbals. Beautiful, beautiful books. Flower papers. There is no special way you relate your own taste, your reflections.

If they"re the marvelous trees of j.a.pan-oh dear, oh dear. I was reared in California where I saw the redwoods that are now being systematically destroyed. And there"s some redwood trees in j.a.pan that relate to what you"re thinking, oh dear (softly). You must be very clever with a binding and give it the dignity it deserves. Because the pages are so full of stunning, fantastic things that say, This is life. So what do you do with a binding like that? I don"t know. You just give it a strength. If it"s leather or it"s cloth or it"s paper, you give it strength, an indication of what is inside.

I only enjoy working on books that say something. I know this is an anathema to people who insist on preserving books that are only going to be on the shelves forever-or on coffee tables. Books are for people to read, and that"s that. I think books are for the birds unless people read them.

That"s what I discovered when I worked in Florence after the big flood. I came in the summer. John and I lived there and he worked there during his first sabbatical. I loved that city so much. And when someone from the Biblioteca n.a.z.ionale asked me to come . . .

It would be darling to look into books when you"re working on them, lured by them-but obviously you can"t. You"d never finish your work. I can read books on my own time. I feel very strongly about every book I pick up. It"s like something alive or-or decadent, death. I wouldn"t for one moment bind Mein Kampf, because I think it"s disgusting to waste time on such an obscenity. Are you offering me a million dollars to bind that? Of course not.

I adore the work. It"s very comforting. The only thing that makes me angry is that I"m almost all the time on the outside rather than on the inside. I"d like to be reading them. But I do think working in my house and being comfortable and doing something you feel is beneficial-it is important, isn"t it?

I"m just a swabber. (Laughs.) I"m not an artist. I just use aniline dyes, so they won"t be hurting the leather. Aniline"s a natural dye, and that"s about it. It isn"t very skilled work. It"s just knowing what books need, if you want to preserve them. It"s just something you do. A mechanic takes care of a tire, and he knows . . .