My mother was the very first Working Girl of the Week. It was the mid-Seventies, in St. John’s, Newfoundland. The local paper and radio station co-hosted the contest… and my mom won. Specifically she won a dozen roses and a gift certificate to a downtown restaurant. And she was proud as a peacock. The photo in the paper was the biggest prize: Her, smiling proudly at her desk at the telephone company, where she had worked her way up from late-night operator to manager. The radio host holds the gift certificate. He went on to marry the woman who taught me ballet throughout high school. He had a lot more hair in the newspaper photo than he did while announcing our ballet recitals, but these details aren’t necessarily important right now.
My mom showed me the newspaper clipping many times growing up and was very proud of her achievements at the phone company. She had awesome stories of her adventures at that time: working overnight shifts, going out with her girlfriends, romancing her ex-boyfriend ‘Moose’, breaking up with ‘Moose”… and so on and so on. She doesn’t even remember ‘Moose’ anymore. I wonder if the whole thing was just a ruse.
Eventually she married my dad. She changed her name.
Before she married, her name was Roxy Moss.
I guess things changed a bunch after she got married and had 3 little girls, but I imagine that she was just the same. She was just younger then. With a much cooler name.