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July 31, 2007



I had a "spare" in Grade 12 because they didn't have anything suitable for me to take. I had finished (or was finishing) all of the classes I needed for university, and the only available classes during second period were ones I I'd already taken or Internal Combustion Engine Repair (or similar). A handful of my friends and I hung out for 70 minutes a day "studying" in the cafeteria instead of taking something that was a little bit outside the box. 'Magine.

(Although I'm not all that hot with a sewing machine either, I'm sure that canknitian + internal combustion engine = half of the sky + sewing machine & fabric.)

Antique Mommy

That's funny! I never took home ec. My mom told me that I should probably learn how to type. She was right.

About the gender roles, it's weird because Sean, while not an excessively testosterone laden little boy, ran ahead to open the door for me because he was a big stwong mans like daddy and I was a ghoul. I did not teach him that.


I love this post. And, like you, I am relieved to have sons.


I took two years of home ec in high school as filler. We did the very same things both years. Thank goodness they were just sewing and cooking. Although my teacher constantly reminded us that when she was a girl they were required to wear white gloves to most social events, we did not bother with learning etiquette. I guess they weren't as concerned with our manners.


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Yes, you may kiss the...spatula.


Good advice! I think better advice would be "Unplug the electric mixer before you lick the beaters."

And I got in trouble in Home Ec (everyone took both Home Ec AND wood/metal shop at my progressive school) because I refuse to take anything seriously and having a teacher who got all bent out of shape over always using the phrase "kitchen shears" instead of "scissors" was just too good an opportunity to pass up.


Good tip! I don't think they had home ec at my school...I wish I had learned to sew!


They had home ec, and I always got a little jealous because as I was typing away on my little typewriter, the home ec class across the hall would always have the most wonderful smells coming out of it.

And they always seemed to be having a much better time than us.


That electric mixer/beater thing? I learned that at home. ;)

I once made a rather flat surfboard pillow in sewing class. I know there were other things I made that semester, but that's the only one I remember.

My Mom did tell me I *had* to take a typing class.

I'm a fair cook and can stitch up small holes in clothes, sew buttons, etc. For anything more than that, I'll have to send my girls on to their grandmother's house -- Bio-Mom is a terrific cook, and is fantastic with a sewing machine!


I was in the last class at my school that had to take home ec if you were a girl, shop if you were a boy.

I liked the cooking, but the blue polyester pants I made in sewing haunt me to this day...the ugliness!

I have a big ass cobalt blue kitchenaid, so the beater-installation lesson is especially important, because you could use that thing to mix concrete if you desired.


One of my lasting memories of home ec class was when Ms Taylor looked at the jacket I'd sewn (in which I had to insert piping into the seam) and said "I can't believe you sewed it this well without doing a basting stitch first." What she didn't know was that I hadn't even bothered to pin it. Even then, I couldn't be bothered to follow the rules if there was a shorter distance to the finish line.


LOL. Home Ec was not offered in the Junior High I went to (7th-9th grades), and by the time I got to High School... it was too late. Now I see that I did not miss that much. Given the choice, I probably would have taken shop with the guys. Just because banging a hammer seemed more fun than burning a soufflé.

Now... you say it's just as well that you had sons. So my question is... can your sons cook, wash clothes, etc.? I am willing to bet they can. :-)


Yeah...they can cook. The two oldest can even make biscuits from scratch AND make cobbler. My husband taught them how to do laundry and Boy Scouts taught them how to cook. The question is: How willingly do they do their own laundry? Not very.

ann adams

Of course I'm a dinosaur but I too was shoved into home ec when what I really wanted was wood or metal shop.

It was deadly. We made popovers (I haven't made one since) and I made a very simple skirt with a lot of help from my mom who made all my clothes.


Sewing is now being offered as an enrichment class at my children's school and the kids are taught the math as well as the skill. Sometimes it's all in the presentation and the choice.



My BROTHER was the Betty Crocker Student Homemaker of Tomorrow in 1976.

And I never took home ec, but my son is taking it this year and can't wait.


I took Home Ec. for two days in 11th grade. It was so lame, I just couldn't bear it, so I opted for a study hall period instead.
And now, I have no idea how to introduce people or make strawberry shortcake, so perhaps my time would have been well spent ;o)


I never took Home Economics. But when I was a brat in high school and placed within in-school suspension, it always took place in the Home Ec room. Since I was way too smart for my own good, I would finish my homework in an hour and have the rest of the day to kill. I normally spent this drawing, but within this room -- with all of its crazy appliances, sharp tools, and craft supplies out the wazoo -- I found overly-creative ways to spend the time. It's amazing how many impromptu spider webs one can construct out of sewing machine bobbin threads...

Fold My Laundry Please

LOL! Having fingers is definitely a good thing!

I'm one of the few girls who really wanted nothing more than to be a wife and mother when I grew up. Preferrably one with a chef, a maid, and lots of money, so home ec in jr. high was wasted on me. Okay, I really just wanted to be a mother and spend my time doing things like playing with the kids and driving back and forth between soccer practice, ballet lessons, and piano lessons. The wife part was just a means to an end! My mother was the one who kept pushing the career woman thing on me. So I told her I wanted to be a secretary when I grew up. It drove her up the wall every single time!


Sewing was mandatory when I was in Middle School. But both girls and boys were required to take it. I wrote another girl's English essay so she would complete my apron and pillow for me. To this day I can barely sew on a button. Later on, in High School, Home Ec was an elective. I chose to take it because it meant free food. Awful huh?


I took home-ec and shop. So, I learned to sew and to cut wood and typeset. But in cooking, all we learned was Christmas cookies, because we had it during the quarter that included December. I did learn how to sift and measure flour though...


I am the only student to flunk out of both home ec and wood shop in my small-town high school - I survived the cooking bit (I think we made lemon sponge pudding) but failed the denim purse course when I burnt up the sewing machine motor. (Leaping flames, fire alarms, school evacuation. I am not known for my subtlety.) I pled to be allowed to join the boys in shop, who looked like they were having so much more fun - and on my first day promptly bumped the shop table, dropping a brand new (running) table saw into the water trough/fountain where we were supposed to wash our hands. That time I only managed to blow all the electrical systems in the entire high school.
Yes, they do call me Grace, why??

Loving Annie

Well, wordgirl, you got more out of home-ec than I did !!!!

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