I am a homemaker, but I haven’t always been a homemaker. I started out my adult life as a homemaker and raising our daughter. When she started school, I decided to go back to school myself. I learned programming and got a job as a website developer. A few years later we had another baby. Fast forward 20 years. I have left the corporate world and I’m now back in my home being a homemaker, again.
My kids are grown, but our home still needs to be maintained. My husband works the same job he’s worked for 18 years. I think he likes the fact that I am home every day, taking care of the household chores, running errands so he doesn’t have to, preparing healthy meals for us and spending quality time together after so many years living together but being apart.
I have always been fascinated with the old ways of living. I was fortunate enough to be raised by my mother, both grandmothers and two wonderful great grandmothers. That kind of family unity is not seen very often now days. During my childhood and early adult years, I spent many days working in gardens, harvesting food and learning to preserve it for the winter. We were an extremely poor family by today’s standards, but I never knew that growing up. We always had plenty of food to eat, warm blankets quilted by the women in my family, an awesome toasty wood stove built by my grandfather, and clothes in the fashion of the day. Granted, nearly all of our clothes were homemade until I reached my late teens, but we looked clean and presentable in public.
I never knew we were poor. Thinking back on how we lived our life, there is something to be said for it’s beautiful simplicity. We had everything we needed. We played games for entertainment. We learned to play musical instruments. We read books and learned about far away places we’d never been and probably never would. We spent many countless Sunday afternoons sitting on the porch or in Mamaw Cullop’s parlor listening to the old men tell their stories of the war and all the places they had been while shelling October beans or shucking corn. It was a working life, but it was a good life.
Now, that I am no longer employed in the corporate world I find myself yearning to get back to the old ways. Planting a garden. Canning tomatoes, green beans and potatoes. Making strawberry jam and grape jelly. Picking up my sewing again and thinking about taking up quilting. My grandmothers and great grandmothers are all gone from this world, but the knowledge they taught me about living is still in my head.