MEMORIES

One day when I was moaning about how tough it was to work and keep up with all the house hold chores,�a precious lady named Gertie Ulrickson gave me a copy of this poem.�Everytime I begin to think that�I've got it rough I look it up and read it again.�She didn't know who wrote it nor do I.

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Mama's Mama

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Mama's Mama, 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,

Washing 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 Mercy 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 afterwards 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"

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Doesn't this poem just make you glad you live today? I quit whining for at least two hours after I read this wonderful tribute to the ladies of yesteryear. What I like most though is that it reminds me of Gertie who has passed on. My day just brightens up and I smile wider because she added so much joy and happiness to my life.