December 1957.
The Christmas that I received the least is the one I remember the most.
My parents were in their mid 30’s. I was 7, my brother was 12. We lived on a small farm which we farmed “on the half” with the farm owner. We had milk cows, a few hogs, chickens and eggs, and we grew corn, soybeans, wheat, oats, and sugar beets. My Mom worked alongside my Dad milking the cows and driving the tractor. In addition she did all the mom chores…. gardening, housework, childcare, canning. My Dad also worked third shift in a local sugar beet processing plant and I remember Mom getting up early and going outside to start the chores. Feeding, milking, cleaning out stalls. She knew Dad would be tired when he got home and wanted to have things pretty well finished when he arrived home from work.
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