You may not believe this-but it’s true! When I was little, I used to have a jail in my house-a real one! The prisoners were kept where you would expect them to be– just down the hall from my kitchen.
Except for a 6 hour break on Sunday, my mom or dad had to be at the house 24 hours a day, 7 days a week! My mom did everything for the prisoners, including feeding them 3 home cooked meals a day. At one time she had 13 prisoners and no dishwasher! She also watched her 2, then 3 children, and even took on some other child care in her home. As for me? Those prisoners were so lucky–I would break out my easybaker oven on occasions and make them the most amazing cake like creations.
We moved to a new home when I was 6. Before the move, I just couldn’t understand. I would ask, “Doesn’t everybody have a jail in their house?”
So now, when all of my dishes are piled up, the living room is trashed, the laundry room floor in covered with clothes-again, I just remember my sweet hardworking mom and am grateful everyone does not have a jail in their home.
|My grandparents, brother, and little me–behind the bars|