I had many years with a stay at home Mom and really enjoyed that. She was quite a cook and made homemade donuts that she kept in a big sealed can that she had decorated. Her homemade bread was so good and so aromatic that neighbors smelling it talked her into making some for them too. We had fun making our own noodles. My job as a little girl was uncurling the dough after she cut it. There did come a time when the donut making stopped because she was afraid we were all going to get fat! My Dad was a "steel working man". He ran a crane for years and loved doing it. Too many strikes and layoffs though and so he went to work as a supervisor in a hospital supplying the place with everything they needed. Since the money wasn't as good as the steel mill my mother went to work also. Life changed. Oh...before I go on I must relay the fact that we had a doctor that made house calls. I got pretty sick once and he came to look in on me. It turned out I had appendicitis and they were ready to burst! Back in those times hospital stays were longer. I was in for two weeks! So..life changed after Mom went to work. That started my life of doing a lot more housework. I also learned to cook. Mom would get things started and when I got home from school I would finish it up. She still did most of the work but I had a lot more tasks to do. My Dad and brother did too but in those days it was still women's work so to speak and my brother got off easy. So did Dad actually! About that time we moved too. I hated leaving the house we had. Neighbors were very important at that place. The German couple across the street treated me like a grandchild and I loved them. When we moved to this house it was because my grandparents that we had been living with had passed on and I missed them so. My mother loved the house because it was hers and Dad's instead of her in-laws home. We had a plum tree out back and a lot of other unique things at that house. At any rate...we moved...Mom was a working mother..my five years older brother was not much company...and I was lonely. Continued.
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009
growing up me . continued
I had many years with a stay at home Mom and really enjoyed that. She was quite a cook and made homemade donuts that she kept in a big sealed can that she had decorated. Her homemade bread was so good and so aromatic that neighbors smelling it talked her into making some for them too. We had fun making our own noodles. My job as a little girl was uncurling the dough after she cut it. There did come a time when the donut making stopped because she was afraid we were all going to get fat! My Dad was a "steel working man". He ran a crane for years and loved doing it. Too many strikes and layoffs though and so he went to work as a supervisor in a hospital supplying the place with everything they needed. Since the money wasn't as good as the steel mill my mother went to work also. Life changed. Oh...before I go on I must relay the fact that we had a doctor that made house calls. I got pretty sick once and he came to look in on me. It turned out I had appendicitis and they were ready to burst! Back in those times hospital stays were longer. I was in for two weeks! So..life changed after Mom went to work. That started my life of doing a lot more housework. I also learned to cook. Mom would get things started and when I got home from school I would finish it up. She still did most of the work but I had a lot more tasks to do. My Dad and brother did too but in those days it was still women's work so to speak and my brother got off easy. So did Dad actually! About that time we moved too. I hated leaving the house we had. Neighbors were very important at that place. The German couple across the street treated me like a grandchild and I loved them. When we moved to this house it was because my grandparents that we had been living with had passed on and I missed them so. My mother loved the house because it was hers and Dad's instead of her in-laws home. We had a plum tree out back and a lot of other unique things at that house. At any rate...we moved...Mom was a working mother..my five years older brother was not much company...and I was lonely. Continued.
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I am so enjoying reading your memories, Lois! They are special! Might you consider making copies of these posts for your boys and grandchildren . . . along with those you posted about you and Lynn last year?
ReplyDeleteI agree, Lo--you should be keeping these tucked carefully away for posterity. Hugs!
ReplyDeleteI had a working Mom too, but my Mom was not much of a cook and she never taught me anything about cooking. Guess that's why I hate to cook. I was the youngest of 3 kids and my parents had a busy social life by the time I came along so I spent allot of time alone as I got older. Hugs.
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