Friday, October 17, 2014

Every Time I Felt Defeated

Dear Readers, 
My Good News Minute today is about 
a story;
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"Migrant Mother"
Florence ThompsonSeptember 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. 

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. 

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

What A Mess - Get A Rake

What a Mess - Get A Rake 

As a mommy of seven children I learned 
a few things about messes. 

We lived in small houses and the front room was 

the main play area. 

1. Rake up the toys 


I got a carpet rake. 

We had shag carpet in those days and 
a carpet rake worked great. 

2. Put a basket behind the couch or

 someplace inconspicuous. 

3. Then take the rake and rake everything to the basket. 


4. Now the little people get to play vacuum and pick up the toys 

and put them in the basket. 

I used to set the timer and we would see if we could pick up 

twenty things each and get them in the basket
before the timer went off. 

And then we had a Happy Helper Treat for all of 

our fun work and a pretty room. 

One more thing that really helped.

I kept playdough, puzzles, and crayons, etc.  
UP high on a shelf that only I could reach. 

That really helped a lot.


Happy Raking.


Love,

Grammy T.