I had one of the greatest moms. I was the last of eight children and my mom stayed home to raise us. We were lucky she wasn’t poisoned by feminist nonsense. Yes, we were deprived of many things and could be considered “poor.” We were not poor in spirit, but we did struggle. Dad worked as a laborer, making just enough money to keep us fed with a roof over our heads. We survived on hand-me-down clothing from neighborhood families and a benevolent grocer allowed my mother to buy food on credit. We were on our own in getting college educations, and five of us did just that.
Dad supplemented his income as a drummer in a small band, and Mom made a little extra as the church organist and music director. Her most important job, however was as a homemaker. Even in poverty, she gave to other poor people.
There are many ways to survive, but you have to be unselfish. We did it. We earned money as soon as we were old enough. If you have a close-knit and loving family, with a mother at home holding down the fort, it is surprising how good life can be. It wasn’t perfect, and we got accustomed to making sacrifices. We learned to prepare for the future knowing we had to work for what we needed and wanted. There are worse things than poverty, especially if there is no love in the home or a child is raised by strangers. If I had my life to live over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Stan
You’re Never Poor When There Is Love At Home
