Respect and honor
It has been some time since I have written a letter to our area newspapers. I had open heart surgery at age 86. I but I’ve always had a strong desire to write, even though I received my eight grades of elementary schooling at the one-room school house near Spook Hollow and Martin Roads in Piatt Township.
On May 10, we as Americans marked Mother’s Days being socially distant and isolated because of the coronavirus pandemic. This was heart-wrenching for thousands upon thousands of living Americans who honor their mothers on this day every year. This most prized holiday honors every mother in these United States whether they are living or deceased.
Mother’s Day repeats itself year after year. It is to remind every man, woman and child that everyone has or did have a mother who should never be taken for granted or forgotten by their families regardless of how any individual should view this most precious honor.
There is a lot of speculation among the general public that is both mental and spiritual as to why the coronavirus pandemic overshadowed Mother’s Day, designated to honoring every female who ever gave birth to a child. We should never allow anyone or any leader of any country to change our way of thinking or believing anything other than the way we Americans view the mothers of the past, present and future of our country.
As the oldest son of my mother, I am 87 years old and those who knew me all my life can attest to the fact that I was certified as being genuine and true when it came to my mother. She lived with me all my life until her passing in 1996 at 82 years of age.
Here are a few notable and praiseworthy statistics that about our mother: We had no cellar under our house, no water, no electricity, no telephone and no automobile during the 1940s. Our mother was left with her six children so she went to work at Weldon’s Pajama Factory in Williamsport, pressing pajamas for 50 cents an hour. She made $18 a week and there were three sons and three daughters at home. Our mother came home from work one evening and canned 100 quarts of tomatoes, which we placed in a closet off of our back porch. We kept the canned jars from freezing by burning a kerosene lantern 24 hours a day and sealing the door with pieces of blanket or rags.
We heated our whole house with a wood burning stove and we toasted our homemade bread on top of the stove. We had to use canned milk because we had no refrigerator. Each day, our mother awoke at 5 a.m. before going to work for another eight hours. She rode to work with a neighbor who also worked in Williamsport. She paid him $2 a week.
The purpose of mentioning only a select few of unbelievable things that took place in our mother’s life is to prove what most mothers were faced with and what many still face today.
They met those challenges and defeated them for the welfare of their children and family. This group of women deserve to be treated as dignitaries and should be respected and honored by every adult man and every child they give birth to.
They are priceless and should be idolized throughout their lives. Anything else would be inhumane.