So Jane Wyatt of "Father Knows Best" fame has died at 96 and another star in old Hollywood's firmament of mythical mothers is extinguished. She was pleasant, dutiful, concerned and...a total fabrication. Sure, the endless round of mind-numbingly boring household tasks--performed like her sister-in-arms, Barbara Billingsly's June Cleaver, in a dress and high-heeled pumps--were all too real. So were the societal expectations that required these working actresses to depict women who willingly shelved any hope of personal accomplishment in favor of preparing three squares a day and keeping the King's castle spotless. Heavy was the axe of judgement that fell if either Margaret Anderson or June Cleaver were spotted having to wade through a river of dirty landry to answer the front door, for the sum total of their worth could be determined by how successfully they cleaned up after their thoughtless and slovenly families. Awesome!
In honor of mythical moms everywhere I've decided to establish the first-annual "Show Me Your Front Door" day. Since the front door is the first thing people see when they come to call, I've decided to show you what mine looks like...as well as what's behind it. You can put yours on your own blog, or send it to me in an e-mail and I'll print it here. Get those cameras ready!
Yes...those are rocks on the porch. Fossils, actually. The big one in the chair just under the mail slot is an enormous ammonite.