{"id":132,"date":"2020-12-27T16:09:05","date_gmt":"2020-12-27T22:09:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.northlat.biz\/?page_id=132"},"modified":"2020-12-27T16:09:08","modified_gmt":"2020-12-27T22:09:08","slug":"sheltered-childhood","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/home\/art-and-dorothy-nesse-in-memory\/dorothy-nesses-stories\/sheltered-childhood\/","title":{"rendered":"Sheltered Childhood"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>As I grew up, my mother was quite protective, and frightened that I would turn out like her wild cousin.&nbsp; For example, when some neighbors moved out and a single man moved in, my mother forbid me to cut through that yard any more because she was afraid of him.&nbsp; Presumably to protect her children, my mother burned, in the furnace, all the books we had that dealt with evolution.&nbsp; I&nbsp; recall having to write a paper on evolution high school biology, but my mother forbid it.&nbsp; The teacher, Helen Kettering, dealt with it beautifully, and I completed a paper on another topic.&nbsp; That wasn&#8217;t the only biology lesson I missed, as I think I was in high school and still didn&#8217;t know where a baby would come from.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I had a boyfriend at the time, Bob Kromhout, and we went hiking and spent time discussing things including Einstein&#8217;s new work.&nbsp; At Christmas he gave me a very nice knife.&nbsp; My aunt Ida razzed me about getting such a gift from a boyfriend.&nbsp; He continued visiting me at the office and I decided that wasn&#8217;t right &#8211; I should be working &#8211; but I don&#8217;t recall exactly how our friendship ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I do recall one date, however.&nbsp; My Uncle Les (who, incidentally, also taught me to drive) organized a date for me.&nbsp; The young man took me from bar to bar for our date.&nbsp; I had a couple drinks, but it seemed to me a odd way to spend an evening.&nbsp; The fellow later wrote to me, but my mother intercepted and discarded the letter so I could not write back to him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I grew up, my mother was quite protective, and frightened that I would turn out like her wild cousin.&nbsp; For example, when some neighbors moved out and a single man moved in, my mother forbid me to cut through that yard any more because she was afraid of him.&nbsp; Presumably to protect her children,&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/home\/art-and-dorothy-nesse-in-memory\/dorothy-nesses-stories\/sheltered-childhood\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Sheltered Childhood<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":112,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/132"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":133,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/132\/revisions\/133"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/112"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nesse.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}