Bounty

The shopping, cleaning, and cooking that go along with our national holiday might, perhaps, take the shine off the genuine feelings of gratitude that we cranky girls harbor in our flinty little hearts. But this artifact from a cousin makes me feel serious-as-a-heart attack thankful for all those post-war miracles: antibiotics, fluoridated water, free school lunches, GI Bill, the U.S. highway system, and the like. These are the O'Hern children at their mother Jane's funeral in 1933. My grandmother Nora is the fourth from the left in the back row.

Jane O'Hern was married at 16 and died before she was 60. She had 13 children; Jeez, the hamster in Grace's bedtime book only had 11.

Jane's obituary described her as quiet and unassuming. If you live with someone as tightfisted as her husband, Pat O'Hern, and produce 13 children, you probably LOOK like you're unassuming. But I think she must have been tough as a boot. Her 13 children all lived to adulthood; the only one missing from the funeral picture died at 18 in a farming accident. In other branches of my family, unattended children died from drinking kerosene or stepping on rusty nails. But not Jane's. She didn't leave any at the gas station, or let any drown in a creek. She must have been paying attention and not just phoning it in.

If Jane O'Hern, with no education, running water, or even a whiff of useful medical care can do all that, I think I can manage to unload the dishwasher one more time.

--mcg