Remembering Mother for the first time..

I was still a toddler and one of my brother's just younger than I were playing with a wheel barrow as we went to the back side of our home. I recall looking up and seeing my mother washing clothes in our wringer washer. She always worked hard since the time I first recall to the day she passed away at age 53. Never one to sit still and always looking far younger than her age she was always graceful but stern enough to handle 11 kids and a crippled husband.