There is Rest in Heaven
I grew up in the 1930's and 1940's. My mother was a homemaker. there were not many so called working Moms then.
My mother was always there for us, to encourage and help us over the rough spots, She was always concerned when we were sick or just downhearted. In spite of the times my mother always prepared good tasty and nutritious meals for us. She some how knew about balanced diets, vitamins etc. She often said a good meal should contain something green or something yellow.
My mother baked her own bread on a coal burning kitchen range, often using corn cobs for fuel. When my brother and I were to small to help, she would help Dad with the milking in the mornings, then come in and put together our school lunches, and at the same time prepare breakfast.
She always seen that we had clean clothes and everything we needed.
In trying to think of things we did together, one thing I came up with was the spring she got my brother and I involved in planting a flower garden. This was just afer the drougth years. Together we planted Zinnias, Marigolds, and Morning glories on the east and south side of the house, perhaps other too. We planted Moss Roses on a tire from a wagon wheel.
I believe some of the seed was from some we had collected the fall before.
My mother lived for her house plants, her flower garden, and the vegetable garden, She enjoyed picking the cucumbers and the ripe tomatoes and bringing then to the house. She always had house plant on her window sills, geraniums, Begonias, Oxellas and others. during the winer she would take them out of the window at night and cover them with a blanket so they wouldn't freeze, we often said she was putting her flowers to bed.
There are so many things we take for granted about our mothers, that is is hard to sort out just one special time.