Sandy completed her university education and was ready to begin her career. A bright and ambitious young woman, she had entered Stanford University at the tender age of 16 in 1946, one of the few women at that time to be in higher education. Most girls her age were looking for a serviceman who had recently returned from the recently ended World War 2 and wanting to get the house in the suburbs and the 2.5 kids and start living the American Dream. Sandy’s dreams were therefore different than those of her peers, and that trait would be a touchstone for her for all of her life.
Born on a farm in Texas, she was raised with her siblings on a large cattle ranch and farm her father had purchased not too far from Duncan, Arizona. While the land provided a comfortable income, young Sandy didn’t grow up a spoiled girl; instead, she learned hard work on the farm, and was able to take care of herself while out on horseback, shooting small game, and even learning how to do some basic automobile maintenance–all things that girls her age didn’t know at that time. And, when her undergraduate studies were finished, Sandy decided to go to law school, also at Stanford.
It was right before she graduated that she met the love of her life, a man named John. And, even though John was a year behind her in law school, the pair got married half a year after Sandy graduated with her law degree. It was then that Sandy came face-to-face with the cruel reality of the post-war American business world–no one wanted to hire a female lawyer. The competition was fierce because the mandated priorities for hiring lawyers at that time was to give those jobs to returning GIs who were attorneys. It was a man’s world, law was.
And what Sandy quickly discovered was that law offices were incredibly eager to hire a woman with a law degree–as a legal secretary only. That was pretty much the story that she encountered as she made her way from one interview to another. “We can offer you a secretarial position,” was something that Sandy heard so much that she would sometimes say it out loud with the person who was interviewing her simply to amuse herself.
Finally, Sandy realized that the only way she would be able to break into the law profession would be to offer her services pro bono. Then, once she had a position, she knew that her intelligence and ability would make the employers see that she could do the job and then offer her a paid place in the firm or organization. And, that’s basically what happened. In San Mateo, California, this capable and proud young woman proposed that she work for the county attorney’s office for free for a few months. At the end of the time, if her work was acceptable, she said that the office would then decide to keep her and pay her or, if it wasn’t up to their standards, then they would let her go. The county attorney agreed. What did he have to lose? The worst thing for him was that he would have a few months of free legal work, and if there were errors, the office would catch them. At best, he would find a capable attorney. So, Sandy was given a desk–out with the secretaries, of course–and she got to work.
I don’t have to tell you that at the end of the trial period, Sandy was hired. And that first step in that tough job market was the last roadblock to a stellar career. The county attorney found that what everyone would soon know about Sandy, that her work was exemplary. She would go on to do legal work for the US Army, some political campaigns, was assistant Attorney General for the State of Arizona, and she also served in the Arizona State Senate beginning in 1967. She then served on the Arizona Supreme Court. No longer would she be stymied by being a woman in a man’s profession. In between her rise in the legal profession, she and John raised three sons as well.
And then, in 1981, President Ronald Reagan appointed Sandra Day O’Connor as the first woman to serve on the Supreme Court of the United States.

