Every Time I Felt Defeated

Dear Readers, 

My Good News Minute today is about 

a story;

"Migrant Mother"
Florence Thompson, September 1, 1903 – September 16, 1983

In the 70's we lived in Idaho in a 

small farming community.

Every time that I felt defeated, 

I'd get out this story and hold my head up high 

and bake my bread and make yummy food 

with the bulk items I had on hand.  

It was a very difficult time for my husband 

and myself financially. 

My fifth baby was only six weeks old when I decided to babysit two extra
little boys to help out a little with the budget. 

They were the age of my oldest boy so I thought it was a fabulous idea 

until my stomach screamed that it was not. 

The doctor gave me medicine and said that I needed to take away some of my stress. 

Well I couldn't take away the bills and I couldn't take away our other concerns 

so the only thing I could think to take away were 

those two little boys that I baby sat. 

One of the little boys would stand at the window and stare with a broken heart 

because of his parents were getting a divorce. 

It was too much for me. 

My husband asked permission from his boss to work at 

a potato plant on a shift that started at

four in the afternoon. 

So he taught Seminary until three thirty and then loaded box cars with frozen spuds 

of all kinds until 12:30 in the morning. 

He would bring me home frozen hash browns that went so good with the 

home made bread toast, bacon and eggs that I fixed for him to eat at 

1:00 o'clock in the morning.

I would put my little one's to bed all comfy cozy and I'd keep my house spotless 

so that when he walked in the door at 1:00 o'clock he could feel at peace 

and comfortable and was better able to get up at 

6:00 o'clock the next morning and 

start all over again. 

He did this for four months until we could get on our feet again. 

As I look back on those times I realize that if I would have gone to work 

and been gone all day we would have had a dirty messy house with a 

mad husband and sad little children. 

Because of
"When Queens Ride By" 

it turned out just right. 

So read the story young mommy's 

and see if it might help you get through 

a little better too.