Tuesday, February 16, 1926

Tuesday, February 16, 1926

Papa came this morning and bound my foot for me. Made it feel lots better. Some of the soreness is gone but still I don’t want to bear any weight on it. However there were baby’s things to be washed so I was all afternoon doing it. All the time I can spare I rub my foot and I did hope to get a lot of sewing done this week! What time I do take a needle in my hand it is to patch or darn and I can’t get caught up on that! Oh well, when these kiddies are grown I may wish I had them trouping around my feet to patch for! I hope there will be no regrets. I am giving them all my time and trying to make good men of them.

(Remember that "Papa" was a physician, so he would know what to do for the toe (even though his specialty was gynecology.) Aunt Marjorie wrote, "Mother always told me how fortunate I was to have my children and that the best years of her life was with her children."

And Grandma had many grandchildren. Dale had a son and two daughers, Dick did not have any children, Albert became a priest and did not have children, Ned had a daugher and a son, Marjorie had two sons and two daughers, and Eleanor (my mother) had four daughters and one son. I also counted 25 great grandchildren, not including step-great grandchildren, give or take, I might be off one or two. She did live long enough to see at least her first great-grandson.

I certainly appreciate her last two sentences, and I don't think she had any regrets at how her children ended up as adults.)