A grandmother I never met

I first had these pictures on the previous entry. Then I realized there's a story here that really needs no written words.


Look at my dad's mother, at her clothing and her hair. Even with the artificial way people were posed in those old professional pictures, she looks as though she's anticipating wonderful things ahead.


Look at her after having five children.

She died having another baby, not so long after this was taken.

Times were hard back then.

All those children: and I know that she, by necessity, had to raise a big garden and milk cows and keep a wood fire burning and bake all their bread.... how on earth did women manage to do all that, back then?

Thank You, Lord, for letting me be born in 1944.