Still thinking about the books that my grandparents might have read, I have come across an author whose work my grandmothers probably read, and my mother and aunts would have read her novels, and also my sisters and I. She spanned 3 generations of readers. Edna Ferber. That name rang a bell. Born in 1885, a novelist, short story writer, and playwright, died in April 1968, 2 months after my marriage in February 1968 (not that that bears any relevance to her achievements – just places her and myself in a certain time frame)
Edna Ferber, a feminist in her time. The female characters in her novels are strong protagonists. A journalist who covered the political conventions of 1920. Yet another activist from the Middle West. Born in Michigan, grew up in Wisconsin. A spokeswoman for social justice.