I dare say I could write a book on my early struggles with my seven
children, and a miner’s home to contend with; and many a week my
husband has not had a penny of wage to bring home, besides the
experience of three big strikes and many small ones.
I may say we were married nineteen years before we lost one, and then I
lost my baby first, a grand little girl of two. Then, a year and a half
after, I lost a fine lad of fourteen in the fever hospital, of scarlet
fever and diphtheria. Two years after that we lost a girl of twelve
from tubercular disease of the kidneys from cow’s milk. The doctor was
treating her for eight years for Bright’s disease of the kidneys. I
brought them up breast-fed, so she must have contracted it after she
was weaned. Such a clever child she was. So you will see we have had
our troubles.
I may say I had very good times at confinements, except the first
and the last. The youngest was born feet first, which was an awful
experience, and her heart was nearly stopped beating; so I think that
left her heart weak, and she cut her teeth with bronchitis. I used to
get up always by the ninth day until the last. I was between forty-one
and forty-two when she was born, so had to rest a bit longer, but had
to see to household duties as soon as possible.
I am firmly of opinion that if the State wants strong, healthy, useful
citizens, they should provide the mothers in the homes with sufficient
wages where the husband’s wage is inadequate. Nor should married women
be allowed to work outside the homes for some stated period before and
after childbirth. The men should demand a decent living wage to provide
for them at home.
_Seven children, one miscarriage._