My DH's grandma raised 5 boys on a farm, Her husband died when the twins were 3 yrs old. No tractors just horses. The oldest boy was 16, and he helped her. After the boys were married she worked in town helping women when they had babies and other children. She cooked at a college until she was 87. She moved in with her oldest son who was a widower. She made their bread, cooked, and did the garden work. She fell holding on to her son's arm in an ice storm, and him and her set it together. They had to buy store bread and neither were happy. That was at 90. At 91 she had her gall bladder out, 92 she fell on rain water on the porch, and broke the same arm. Dr. asked who had set the arm from before, and when they said she did he said he hoped he could do as good a job. At 94 she broke her hip, and the family was told she wouldn't probably be able to get around very good. She fooled them. She threw away the cane after 3 mos. because it was slowing her down. She lived to be 98 I/2. She thought because I was not a farm girl I didn't know anything about the farms. I gathered eggs and milked a cow while my DH and I were there, and when I told her that we had a neighbor that had been annexed into the city limits taught all the kids to milk, gather eggs, and feed the hogs, I was good enough for her grandson.