She was something else, nb. She kept us fed and worked as hard as any woman I've ever known and a helluva lot harder than most. I learned early on to never complain about MY lot in life!
She had 13 kids in 28 years, not out of desire but out of duty and, I've always suspected, ignorance (or bad information) of how to not. She kept a coop of chickens for eggs and for "egg money." She had a mean reach with a broom handle, too. :- And she liked me best. "-) Which is why nobody else did. Pure jealousy. ;-) Never drove a car. Read her Bible faithfully and prayed all the time.
My greatest regret for her is that her God was a harsh one and she never felt she measured up to Heavenly standards. She was afraid of going to Hell - winding up on a front row bench in front of the furnace. What a pity. Shoot, I figure she's got a nice spot in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace instead.
She never saw her mother after she left Europe at 15 with a girlfriend - the last boat out before WW I started. I had a dream of her once after she was gone, that she was running through the hills of her homeland, braids flying in the wind, laughing. She made great soup and cooked every piece of meat until she was sure it would never move again. I could outlast her on the borscht, though. Blech! She was a proud woman who never borrowed anything from anyone. I've got a couple of her cooking pots that I never use but cannot bear to part with. :- My kids don't understand these things. Vicnaja pamjat - your memory is eternal.
I've cooked the noodles and rinsed and drained the tuna for tonight's supper. Cream of mushroom soup has been procured. I sure hope I've got peas in the freezer! Gotta have peas in tuna hotdish. Gotta. -- -Barb Church review #7
