tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post8499838282831595239..comments2024-03-28T18:22:25.515-04:00Comments on Sandy's Space --: Mom You Fascinate MeSandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13141251905909903805noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-47306535184184480652013-06-27T23:10:50.124-04:002013-06-27T23:10:50.124-04:00Thanks Karen, Karen, and Misha for your visits.
...Thanks Karen, Karen, and Misha for your visits. <br /><br />Karen I don't think most of those I knew felt they had conveniences. I know Mom and friends Mom's always said work before play..and there was very little time for play, therefore work must have been a huge chunk.<br /><br />Pumpkin, right your are,it's now cheaper to buy then to sew quality pieces. Mom sewed to save money and DID.<br /><br />Misha, thank you, Mom was truly an amazing woman. I owe her much. So nice to hear your Mom has also instilled those qualities.<br /><br /> Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13141251905909903805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-72270336873678956342013-06-26T09:40:23.337-04:002013-06-26T09:40:23.337-04:00I think your mother was an amazing woman.
My mot...I think your mother was an amazing woman. <br /><br />My mother, although a generation or so later took more or less the same approach. She spent (and still does) most of her time providing for those she loves. <br /><br />Me and my brother knew how much she loved us, but she let us count on ourselves with school and friends etc. <br /><br />:-)Misha Gerrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06364173848456424521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-48787568306669953832013-06-26T08:42:34.647-04:002013-06-26T08:42:34.647-04:00You are so right, my generation especially has a l...You are so right, my generation especially has a lower tolerance for work and practicality. I know that sounds weird, but having been one of two girls in my entire high school dorm who knew how to use a broom (or cook for that matter) made me a little pessimistic. I love that your mother made your clothes, it is too bad that it is more expensive to do that now.Pumpkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11334868491094133451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-2821119026712901242013-06-26T07:54:36.789-04:002013-06-26T07:54:36.789-04:00Yup, our Moms worked hard, but they felt they had ...Yup, our Moms worked hard, but they felt they had conveniences. My mom (who was born in 1905) grew up in a household that had to make their own soap and carry water from the spring about 500 yards away. By the 1940s, she thought life was much much easier than her mom's. I can't imagine having to butcher my own meat and make soap and having two kitchens because cooking heated up the house too much in the summertime. I guess its all relative, but I really can't stand listening to the new generations' belly-aching about how hard it is to work all day then come home and deal with kids and housework. Give me a break! Anyway, I digress....I really loved your posting about your mom. Brings back so many pleasant memories. Karenhttp://www.flamingoks.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-14832729087449091542013-06-26T06:30:06.198-04:002013-06-26T06:30:06.198-04:00Thank you Lisa, yes right you are to all Mum's...Thank you Lisa, yes right you are to all Mum's.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13141251905909903805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-27712431080705718832013-06-25T23:15:38.289-04:002013-06-25T23:15:38.289-04:00This was a beautiful tribute to your Mum, to all t...This was a beautiful tribute to your Mum, to all the Mum's really xLisahttp://chapter47new.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-24880847147691365192013-06-25T19:06:58.847-04:002013-06-25T19:06:58.847-04:00So agree with you Leave it to Davis..and yet all y...So agree with you Leave it to Davis..and yet all you hear is how stressed this young mothers are, they really have no clue how easy they have it.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13141251905909903805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-74608366627985987602013-06-25T18:59:27.464-04:002013-06-25T18:59:27.464-04:00I meant "scarred by it".I meant "scarred by it".Leave It To Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10510401202733633537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-58880292681220674652013-06-25T18:58:54.530-04:002013-06-25T18:58:54.530-04:00We had a wringer washer like that....wish I still ...We had a wringer washer like that....wish I still had it. My mom worked though....on top of working at home. She NEVER played with us...told us to go and play and use our imagination. We did. We weren't scared because our mother didn't hover over us teaching us how to count and do our abc's...the teacher did that. She did make sure we got our homework, but she didn't help...we did our own. That was OUR homework. And we made A's. And we grew up to work hard and to respect our elders and other people. <br /><br />Now, kids are way too pampered. They have to have entertainment every second. They don't know how to make mud pies or dig for bugs in the dirt. We didn't get a new toy every time my mom went to the grocery store....as a matter of fact, we were lucky to get them on Christmas and our birthdays. <br /><br />Yes, our parents had it hard...but it made them into people of such character. Leave It To Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10510401202733633537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-85914430750539697492013-06-25T13:32:25.371-04:002013-06-25T13:32:25.371-04:00Right you are, thanks Paula, will correct it.Right you are, thanks Paula, will correct it.Sandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13141251905909903805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21367476.post-28069578567986904322013-06-25T12:05:38.086-04:002013-06-25T12:05:38.086-04:00I think you meant that 'parents were NOT kids ...I think you meant that 'parents were NOT kids best friends back then' Good postPaulahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03933724042732934248noreply@blogger.com