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The View From Here

Reflecting on the lessons learned in 100 years of life
by Betty Glenn Webber ’43
Betty Glenn Webber, smiling with short, white curly hair and glasses. On her left are Liz Hayes, in a floral top, and Angela Smith, wearing stripes, and on her right is Peggy Bishop, wearing glasses and dressed in purple
Courtesy of Peggy Bishop
One constant in Betty Glenn Webber ’43’s life has been family, including (with Webber, from left) granddaughters Liz Hayes and Angela Smith and daughter Peggy Bishop. Another constant? The historic 4711 cologne. “First offered by Peggy Bebie Thomson ’43,” she says, “it has provided consolation or celebration as needed.”
Along with many of my 1943 classmates, I am reflecting on the milestone of my 100th birthday ​​— and on the events and experiences that defined my life. I am astonished that I have somehow arrived here, and at the same time I acknowledge that this is increasingly common — 100 is the new 90.

My earliest sustained memories are of the impact the Great Depression had on our family: My Princeton-grad father was unemployed for seven years! My teens were a series of changing living arrangements, new schools, and overhanging clouds of insecurity, until the time came to attend college, without one cent of financial preparation. My four years were supported entirely by private loans and scholarships, the latter dependent on maintaining a B average — stressful for someone barely good enough but not brilliant. College life was hugely enriching, developing my self-identity, providing broad intellectual options, and, most memorably, acquiring incomparably rich friendships. Our Worth L Section’s round-robin letter had a 25-year postgrad life, and some of those connections have lasted to this day.

Halfway through our four years, we were at war, triggered by the attack of Pearl Harbor. Our male classmates were immediately faced with accelerated schedules through the summers, as well as the philosophical decision on conscientious objection to military service. It was a period of life-changing and mind-changing challenges that shaped our individual experiences of the war years.

“I’ve delighted to watch my daughter teach her girls to ‘help’ in her own volunteer ventures.”
Today’s assumption that most women hope to be self-supporting began with the postwar expectation that women might opt for careers in addition to homemaking/motherhood. My contemporaries were divided, how evenly I don’t know, with many a stay-at-home later employed happily but at less than a career level. I remember saying at a job interview that I was highly educated but not trained for anything specific. The generation of those of us with uncommitted time contributed hugely to an era of volunteer support at innumerable venues, a habit and a preference that still look for an outlet at 100. My own contributions of a helping hand have been so rewarding that I’ve delighted to watch my daughter teach her girls to “help” in her own volunteer ventures.

The long view back for me recognizes the historic events like Pearl Harbor, the moon landing, and 9/11, as well as the movements over time confronting racism. Much was gained by the activism of the ’60s, but so much more is still demanded. Current political paralysis stymies progress on so many fronts that it is difficult to find constructive optimism. We will not see what evolves but must have hope that divisiveness will give way to a more cooperative engagement in the world of our children and grandchildren.

An English literature major at Swarthmore and a retired teacher’s aide, Betty Glenn Webber ’43 lives in Grand Rapids, Mich.