Can I Get a Do Over? by Rick Domeier

Author:Rick Domeier
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780757392160
Publisher: Health Communications, Inc.
Published: 2010-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

A Reinvention to Quack About

Jeanne Bice—Entrepreneur, Author,

and Motivator of Women

“Why not go out on a limb?

Isn’t that where the fruit is?”

—Frank Scully

Life was a lot different in the 1950s. Back then, to be successful if you were a woman, you went to college and then married a rich guy. Well, I did both. I got educated in lower elementary teaching and speech/drama. Then, in 1959 I married the richest kid in Ripon, Wisconsin. I became a wealthy housewife and thought my life was just wrapped up in a pink bow. My husband’s name was Arlow and he owned franchises that installed elevator music all over the country. He also owned an AM/FM radio station in Ripon. Because I had the gift of gab and was somewhat of a socialite in our little town of 7,000, I got to host a one-hour talk show on the radio. It was called Let’s Get Away From It All, and after several years, I had a mailing list of 55,000 women. I would take craft and cooking classes because that’s what wealthy wives did. I’d make stuff and then go on the radio and talk about it. I was the queen of the town. My life was perfect until one beautiful, sunshiny day in 1981, my husband got up from the lunch table and said, “I love you, Jeanne. I’ll see you tonight,” and literally dropped dead at my feet of a massive heart attack. I was forty.

Here’s the thing: I had never paid a bill. I mean, when I ran out of money in my checking account, the bank called my husband and said “she’s out of money” and he’d put it in. I didn’t know how to do anything. I had been very, very pampered. I did what a good wife does, was very good at it, and loved my job. Then, God decided to downsize me.

Luckily, I didn’t have any babies. My son was in college and my daughter was a junior in high school. If I had had babies, I think I would have committed hara-kiri. I had tons of friends who were there to support me, but when the funeral was over and the dust settled, I didn’t have a dime to my name. It was all family money, and my children had inherited the trust funds. My husband hadn’t planned on dying then and had very little life insurance. So, my kids got the trusts, and I had to grow up and figure out how the hell to support us. I was never so scared in my life, not knowing where I was going to go or what I was going to do to get money.

Some time before my husband died, I had a friend who was going through a divorce and knew she wasn’t going to get anything from her husband. Because we were close friends and because I was on the radio, she wanted me to go into business with her—to open a women’s retail shop.

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