"After Laura and Mary had washed and wiped the dishes, swept the floor, made their bed, and dusted, they settled down with their books. But the house was so cozy and pretty that Laura kept looking up at it."
- Laura Ingalls Wilder
Human Frailty of the Godly Soul
"The life of Luther might suffice to give a thousand instances, and he was by no means of the weaker sort. His great spirit was often in the seventh heaven of exultation, and as frequently on the borders of despair. His very deathbed was not free from tempests, and he sobbed himself into his last sleep like a greatly wearied child."
"As for her, like most women, she had but one ambition. To be a good wife and a good mother, and to be beloved by her husband and children, was all she asked. [She was] a busy, affectionate, cheerful little housewife, whose voice would never be heard in the streets, but whose memory would always live in a few faithful hearts."
From a very young age, I had my girls doing housework. They were such sweet helpers!
When Nicole (now 20) was 10 years old, she was in charge of the morning work. This was because she was an early riser. This sweetie, used to get up at the crack of dawn, sit at the kitchen table, and do all her homeschool assignments before anyone even woke up!
Her title was: The Breakfast Hostess.
Here is what she had to do:
While we were still sleeping, she would set the table, pour drinks and prepare breakfast. It could be as simple as cereal and juice (most often) or as complicated as a Pillsbury Quick bread (the only thing she could bake at the time). Once we were all called to the table, she, as our breakfast hostess, had to wait on all of us. Did we want seconds? She was to serve us. Did we need a spoon? She would get it. It was like she was a pleasant waitress who took care of us. Her job was to make sure we were all happy and enjoyed our breakfast.
Her manners were impeccable. Do you have any idea what it was like to wake up and find your smiling daughter, standing by the table asking you if you were ready for your tea?
The final portion of her job was to clean the kitchen. She had to clear the table, wash the dishes, and sweep the floor. Then she was off duty for the rest of the day. Rachel (my oldest) was the Lunch Hostess. (smiles)
Now that both of these girls have grown up, I only have one daughter left to help me with the kitchen. Tonight, Amy (14) was our dinner hostess. She cooked the entire evening meal, served us at the table and then cleaned up the mess. Such a dear child. I am very grateful!
I am the mother of five home-schooled children, ages 15 and up, and a Grandmother of 2. I have been married for almost a quarter of a century.
I am a writer, reviewer, who loves fashion, sewing,
reading, fitness and cleaning.
We live in an 1800's house in rural Vermont.