Mom was always up at the crack of dawn, fully dressed and making breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Hot food at EVERY meal, and the dishes were washed right away.
One year she did all the canning and freezing on a Coleman camping stove. Outdoors, because our kitchen wasn't built yet. This was after we (she) planted, hoed and harvested all the produce.
Oh yes, and did I mention she made all our clothes, bedding, and curtains for years?
We always had a garden, and keeping on top of that was a job in itself. We learned as we worked, that working in the dirt is cheap therapy and the results are either beautiful or yummy!
3.) How to butcher a chicken.
Really. I mean, really! We lived on a farm at the time and my parents were ahead of their time and into the whole "organic thing" (it was the 70's). We raised them from sweet fluffy chicks to full grown hens and roosters, then WHAM! It was time to chop their heads off, pluck their feathers, and throw them into the freezer.
I don't want to do that anymore, but if my family was starving, I could.
5.) Church is important.
When the church doors were open, we were there. No matter what! Always two, and sometimes three or four times a week. Church was a thirty minute drive for us too, so it was a true commitment.
4.) Make your bed EVERY day.
Yeah, I wrote a whole blog post on that one.
5.)Tell the truth.
This was a biggie with mom. Lie once and you'd find yourself sitting on the "green chair" with the kitchen timer ticking away (mom's favorite punishment), lie twice and you'd face more "vigorous" punishment.
She taught us at an early age to play games.We did puzzles, played cards,
and board games a lot! It taught us from little up how to count, entertain ourselves, take turns and to be good sports. It taught me competitiveness as well.
To this day my grown kids HATE playing Monopoly with me, because I HAVE to win!
7.) Home is wherever you are.
From the tropics of Puerto Rico to the winters of Canada, to then finally settle in middle-America. The house size or style made no matter as long as family was there. Mom would quickly make curtains, get our stuff unpacked, make a meal, meet the neighbors, and presto, it was home.
If we had a new family over for the evening it was our job to make those children feel comfortable. We played the games they wanted to play, let them get first choice of anything and they always got the biggest slice of dessert.
9). How to "make do" with what you have.
When our home in Ohio was being built we would camp with no electricity on our 100 acre farm. No bath? No problem. Bathe in the stream. True story. My mom could figure out a way to accomplish just about anything with the barest of supplies.
No water? Melt tubs of snow. Electricity out during a storm? Picnic in front of the fireplace.
We lived in our unfinished basement (by choice) with no fridge or oven, for a whole summer. We ate all our home-cooked meals on a makeshift table of plywood and sawhorses. I thought everyone did this. That was the thing; she did everything so seemingly effortlessly.
Like everyone, it didn't occur to me until I was grown how hard my mom worked. She never complained about it either. I think about that a LOT when I complain about.....well... nothing, because compared to her I am LAZY.
God Bless EVERY mother out there and hats off to my mom for the bazillion things she did that we never even noticed!