In the weeks before my mom passed on she told me stories that I had never heard before. I asked her about when we were young and she told me such wonderful stories. In Francistown (before I was born) my father worked on the mines and all the miners lived in basic houses out in the bush. She had a bicycle for transport and had to ride to collect groceries from the nearest store - not an easy task when you had children.... and the African heat! She would leave the eldest to look after the younger ones and take the baby with her. How she managed to ride back with a baby and groceries I can't imagine! There was no road, just a bush path. Often if she came across snakes on the path she would have to make a detour into the bush to avoid them. When I asked her how they managed she said  " Ah my girl, the men went to work and the miners wives got on together and looked after their children"..... so humble. xx