tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019708917087235642.post8075439151180413502..comments2023-05-12T05:46:16.089-04:00Comments on Homeschooling and Homesteading in the Present: Thinking about the Past...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13771651471370331812noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1019708917087235642.post-2334240301950838952009-07-04T09:15:11.464-04:002009-07-04T09:15:11.464-04:00yes, how often i think of my grandmother; your gre...yes, how often i think of my grandmother; your greatgrandmother (Alice Bennett) and on my worst days cleaning houses; i think of how in the world did she do all she did??? never a still moment unless it was on the front porch swing; spitting snuff in a tin can, a dress, petticoat and long stockings helt up above here knees with the bands they used, long black hair to her waist coiled on top of her head and little wire glasses that got changed maby 3 times in her adult life. i look at my aching hands and see hers in far worse shape than mine; working a half acher plot with ever imaginable vegetable in it and us with a hoe. her garden was spotless as far as weeds go, you definetly knew a carrot from a weed. then oh mercy the harvest, bushels of beans on the wrap around porch,(oh did i mention, that we spent the whole day before picking), and string, breaking, the next day, and canning in a hugh canner over an open fire across the creek; DEAR LORD, with tears in my eyes how i miss those days--daughter of mine you are (through your hard work, giving your 4 CHILDREN they weren't kids then that was a goats baby---something that they will be able to dream of and hopeful desire to do themselves in their future). gee thanks now i'm all teary and i have to go to WAL-MART.mama junehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10641494768977653223noreply@blogger.com