My Mother
I had the meanest mother in the whole world. While other kids ate
Candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others
Had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can
Guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two
Brothers had the same mean mother as I did. My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd
Think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and
Where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that
We are gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly
Ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each
Time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was
Used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now
You can begin to see how mean she really was. We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always
Wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because
She made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we
Have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night
And up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our
Friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break
The child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make
Beds learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she lay
Awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us. She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and
Nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life.
Became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for
Us to
Candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others
Had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can
Guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also. But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two
Brothers had the same mean mother as I did. My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd
Think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and
Where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that
We are gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly
Ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each
Time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was
Used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now
You can begin to see how mean she really was. We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always
Wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because
She made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we
Have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night
And up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our
Friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break
The child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make
Beds learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she lay
Awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us. She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and
Nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did. By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life.
Became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for
Us to