I remember my mother, Edna Hartley, never asked for anything. She did all she could to care for 10 children — all born at home. She had the whitest sheets, hung on clotheslines using a ringer washer, and only home cooked food.
Home made food — no McDonalds. A bag of potato chips was a treat, and home made fudge. Now we all have so much.
She always wore a house dress with an apron, got us all off to school in winter. We shoveled out to walk to school, and ran all the way home for a bowl of tomato soup for lunch. Then it was back to school.
No cell phones, no TV — we sat around a table drawing and playing cards.
Our mother watched over us and never complained.
She was so busy, cleaning and cooking; she never went anywhere and she did all she could for 10 children with so little.
What we should remember: our mother who knew what we know now as mothers — a mother is the leader for all we do.
She is love.
