|My mother and me|
I didn't know my mother very well. She died when I was 14. Times were different then, or at least it seems so to me. My parents didn't read to us. They didn't take us to museums. Both my mother and dad worked outside the house, and then when they were home, they were busy with the garden, canning, washing, ironing, sewing, woodworking, etc. I don't recall ever seeing my parents go for a walk, or dance, or go to a movie. Our social life was going to church and having church friends or neighbors over. Vacations were primarily to see relatives—which I enjoyed a lot.