"I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. Life is no ‘brief candle’ to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to the future generations.” ~ George Bernard Shaw
Katherine Jane Toothman
My Mom worked hard!
People who weren't close to our family would have thought she had a privileged life. My Dad was Judge of Greene County for many years and my mother loved him beyond words. It's safe to say she idolized him, in many ways, but...
Maybe her life would have been easier if she defined motherhood as staying at home with 4 rambunctious kids, but she redefined it as being a working mom--teaching school for many years, owning her sewing businesses for many years, and restoring old homes for many years--AND taking care of a home with 4 rambunctious kids!
She lived a full, busy life, for 92 years. (her last picture)
She was as comfortable with a hammer on a roof as she was with sewing beautiful garments, teaching classes, and managing her restoration projects.
It's not easy having a Mom who was talented at so many things.
So many lost arts she did well--stenciling, caning chairs, knitting/crocheting, sewing beautiful curtains or tailored suits, reupholstering, knocking out walls, interior design, rebuilding and restoring old buildings...
I'll never forget the day I was doing major house cleaning in my house and I
poured the water down the toilet---with a rag in it---so it stopped all water flow.
She immediately taught me how to unseat and reseat the toilet. No problem!
Her "life of privilege" was defined as the privilege of working and the rewards that come from it, both intrinsic and extrinsic for 92 years still knitting up until her last day on earth.
The gift she gave to her kids--a strong work ethic.
But I can only hope to be half as productive as her life.