ABSTRACT
One of the most commonly repeated bits of common wisdom in our time is that author generation—women now in their fif-ties and sixties—were the swing generation for women’s rights and aspirations. The Mother’s Day, which happens to come during the twentieth anniversary of the author’s own beloved mother’s death in 1979, she finds herself thinking anew. It strikes her that our mothers’ generation was the swing generation—that it was their peer group that provided the opening act to true women’s liberation, and that it was they who were in fact the real and unsung heroines of the fight for equal rights. The other day, the author picked up some of mother’s precious notebooks about the trips that she and Dad took in later life, when they visited me in Europe and even in Peru.
