Monday, August 2, 2010

GOD IS LOVE; Anna in Nebraska; December 1929

Guess I'll just write a line and give you a peep into the life of another busy farmer's wife. Married at fifteen, I became the mother of five rosy, chubby babies in less than eight years. When the third babe arrived we decided town was no place for a "poor man," so we rented a farm.

Well, the first year our hogs died with cholera; the second, all the kiddies, including Daddy, were very sick with scarlet fever; and the third, our four work horses broke the gate and got into the seed wheat and died. Such has been our luck, but have we given up? Not much!

It's true I've shed a good many tears, and it isn't so funny to wear a winter coat ten years. Yet a person can't afford to think of these trivial matters where others are concerned. And when at meal time our baby Ken bows his curly head and says "God is Love," I can truly say I'm not sorry for the sacrifice.

2 comments:

Auntie Em said...

Really makes you stop and think. Glad you posted this little gem.

Laurie Aaron Hird said...

I posted this earlier, but it never came up. (?) Anyway...So often the theme in The Farmer's Wife magazine is "Thankfulness." I need the reminder. Thanks for writing. :)