"A man
works from sun-up to sun down, but a woman's work is never done." I do not believe that can be more true than
on a farm—or with a family who has been touched by the farm lifestyle, which is
definitely true the family in which I was raised.
Before my
parents were married, my dad worked as a hired farm hand and worked a little a
construction, and since he and my mom got married a week or so after her high
school graduation, she quickly into the farm wife lifestyle. Mom worked full-time at a factory but also
did all the cooking, cleaning, and shopping as well as help Dad whatever way
she could. That habit never ended. Although her factory work ended temporarily
when I turned five and she was pregnant with my brother, she returned to the
factory for only a year or two when I was in junior high. She just did not have time to be in the
factory.
Being a
full-time wife and mother kept her very busy.
When Dad helped his friend Bob clear land since Bob's health was not
good enough to do it himself, Mom chopped and pulled multi-floral rose
alongside him. When Dad was building a
house, Mom was by his side—or mixing mortar or carrying bricks or pulling nails
out of used lumber, etc. The two of them
built two complete houses basically by themselves. When Dad was going to go hunting, Mom had a
hot meal ready for him when he got home from work and all his hunting gear
ready, including a carbide lantern his hat/helmet in the early years or
flashlights with fresh batteries in the latter years. Later when Mom and Dad had their own farm and a construction business at the same
time, you got it. Mom was Dad's right
hand man (while working full-time at Wal-Mart).
Dad figured the bids on construction jobs and did the purchasing for
both the construction business and farming, but Mom was the one who kept
tracked the expenses and income for tax time.
What about
traditional "woman's work"?
She did that, too. We very rarely
ate out for an evening meal. That was
reserved for Mom and Dad's anniversary.
They always took us kids out to eat to celebrate. Occasionally Mom would take us to a fast food
restaurant if we went out of town to shop.
Otherwise, Mom essentially cooked all of our other meals—and did
laundry, cleaned the house, etc. Of
course, she rightly elicited help from her children, but she was the force
behind getting it done. Sprinkle in
sewing for the family, taking care of aging parents and in-laws, volunteering at
school, and helping at church. Then a
more complete picture of her busy life is revealed—and she is not done yet. I do not know about you, but I am exhausted
just listing some of the things she did!
This is the
legacy handed down to me. Aaaah! Yet, in a way, doesn't this seem to be the
legacy touching all women, especially women living the farming way of life?
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