My mom never chopped wood in my life time, but she also never stopped moving, cleaning, cooking, straightening. It was as if the world just wasn’t quite right somehow and she could make it work. We had a family story about how she was such a vigorous duster, that when Dad drove her down the half mile dirt road to our house, the dust never bothered to rise. I am sure she and MeeMaw would have been good friends. R.I.P. Mom
My mom never chopped wood in my life time, but she also never stopped moving, cleaning, cooking, straightening. It was as if the world just wasn’t quite right somehow and she could make it work. We had a family story about how she was such a vigorous duster, that when Dad drove her down the half mile dirt road to our house, the dust never bothered to rise. I am sure she and MeeMaw would have been good friends. R.I.P. Mom