She worked hard all the time during our growing up years. A war was on and she grew a Victory Garden along with all of her beautiful flowers--after all she belonged to a garden club. Plus I think she really enjoyed gardening.
She tried to raise chickens, but that didn't work out at all.
She did her laundry and hung all the clothes out on the line--hat was on Monday, of course. On Tuesday's she ironed, both at the ironing board and with a mangle--she did all the sheets and towels and I don't know what else. I never learned to use ti.
She did all her own housework--even the short time she had a housekeeper--she had to clean the house before the woman came.
She made a lot of my sister's and my clothes.
Of course she shopped and cooked and did all the other necessary things.
She also liked to read and belonged to the Book of the Month Club. We made many trips to the library too--for her and my little sister.
Because she was busy all the time, when we weren't in school, we were more or less on our own. We just had to be home in time for dinner which was always at 5 p.m when dad got home from work.
We visited our friends. We skated down the sidewalk (we lived on a hill so it was scary and great fun). We rode our bikes. I rode wherever I felt like. Sometimes I walked.
My cousin and I at 10 years old, took the streetcar and rode all the way downtown and shopped on one side of Broadway and just one block. (That was the rule.)
And I didn't live in some safe little small town, I lived in Los Angeles.
During the summer, we would go to the Lux Radio Theater where they put on their live radio shows and I got to see many of my favorite movie stars--and went around back to the parking lot and got many autographs.
We had great themed birthday parties--not elaborate like they have today, but we always had a birthday cake, even though sugar was rationed.
Most of the time my mother wore house dresses while doing all her work, but when we camped she donned pedal pushers.
Another day I'll write about our many camping trips.
Mom lived to be 97 and I miss having long talks with her.