Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

Mama's Mama

Mama's mama, on a cold winter's day,
Milked the cows and fed them hay,
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule,
And got the children off to school.
Did a washing, mopped the floors,
Washed the windows and did some chores,
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,
Pressed her husband's Sunday suit.
Swept the parlor, made the bed,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread
Split some wood and lugged it in,
Enough to fill the kitchen bin,
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,
Stewed some apples she thought might spoil,
Churned the butter, baked a cake,
Then exclaimed, "For goodness sake!
The calves have got out of the pen!"
Went out and chased them in again.
Gathered the eggs and locked the stable,
Returned to the house and set the table.
Cooked a supper that was delicious,
And afterward washed all the dishes,
Fed the cat, sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basket full of hose.
Then opened the organ and began to play,
"When You Come to the End of a Perfect Day."

Author Unknown, from "The Bald Eagle," a newsletter of the Lecompton, KS Historical Society

3 comments:

Jaime Mitchell said...

I didn't know you had a blog!! I hope you don't mind my checking in on you and catching up with your cute family! Hope everyone is doing well!

Kristal said...

Yep, Nicole talked me into it and I love it!

Edie Keysar said...

Nice pictures of "the first born girls for 5 generations!"

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