She was a one-arm woman in a two-hand world.
And hubby doesn't look like the type who helped much around the house!
In fact, his body language shows he didn't even like her. He's turned away, standing on her good side, as if he can't bear to see the empty sleeve. Of course, her head is slightly turned away from him too.
I think they had issues.
Whatever those issues were, I'm taking her side!
I wonder how she worked her butter churn and flour shifter, the hand-turned food mixer and ol' heavy iron. How she washed their clothes on a scrub board or with a wringer washer. Or how she hung up wet sheets on the line outside.
Or peeled a potatoe!
I'll never gripe about my life again!
She has my total respect! So I hung her up in my kitchen on one of two metal chip clip racks I found at a garage sale this fall.
Energy bars hang on the red chip clip.
Oh, my! She couldn't even put a bar or photo on the clip! Excuse me while I go throw her a belated but well deserved pity party. Care to join me?
Bring tissues for your tears for her issues!