Originally Posted by
Tartan
I think of all my mother did at my age and feel like a wimp.
my Grandma was half my size, with three times the energy. she could work all day on the farm doing all the chores and tend a big garden, chickens, pigs, etc. and still find time to sew much, raise kids, including neighbors who needed help and wore me out. She died at 94 after having broken her leg in the barn, dragged herself to the house and phoned for help. She is probably still going strong in Heaven and wowing the angels. When I get tired I think how soft we have become and wonder if we could do more work. Probably if we had too,,,,,, and I'm thankful we don't.
