Another Tribute to My Mother

A Day On The Farm

Another tribute to my Mother. There was never much time for resting or relaxing on the farm. The person who wrote the following poem must have known my Mother. Everything it says totally relates to a typical day for my Mother.

"The Good Ole Days"

My Mother on a 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,
Pressed her husband's Sunday suit,
Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit.

Swept the parlor, made the bed,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread,
Split some firewood 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 some butter, baked a cake,
Then exclaimed, "For mercy's 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 after wards 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...."

Thanks for the memories,
Dortha