They were poor folks back then, raising cattle and hens, their father finding work wherever he could, struggling to make ends meet.
The family was large, but not for the time. Eleven kids, six girls and five boys. Mom and dad made it thirteen.
A one room school served the entire community, and church law was law. Nobody challenged the school master. She was a nun from a nearby village, and her scorn was cruel and pointless.
Kids grew up and stayed on as farmhands, they didn’t venture away from home to find themselves.
Her dad drank a lot back then, it was the way. Women stayed home to tend to the farm and take care of the kids, the men partied when times were hard and worked when they could.
She wanted something different for her kids, something better. Unlike most, she never dropped out of school and married young. Rather, she finished high school and left home to teach others.
This journey brought her to a bigger town than she ever imagined. From there she met a man who she loved from the start. She married him.
They built a small house in a small community and started a family. They both struggled financially as she gave up teaching and he worked odd jobs and drove cab.
The town began to prosper, and he got a job as a logger for a local sawmill. Times were getting a bit easier, but as times got better, the family grew. Money was short, but she managed what little they had and they were happy.
As the kids grew, there was hope for a brighter future. Some went off to college, some married and raised families.
Now they are in their senior years, and they are happy. Grand kids adorn their home on weekends, and they spend each day together, celebrating their love for one another. Today we are gathering at their home, bringing cards and gifts and mostly love.
Happy Mothers Day Mom, we love you so much.