I Am a Trad Wife and I Love It

My grandparents grew up during the Great Depression. My grandmother was a trad wife.

It was a different time. She was up every morning at 6 am, making my grandfather’s coffee, bacon and eggs. They lived on a farm and he needed fuel to work. He was a WWII vet and a very hardworker, growing acres of corn, potatoes, raspberries and more. He was a mason, a hunter, and a builder. They had a natural spring under their property for water, which pumped through a well. My grandfather would regularly hunt deer for food.

My grandfather maintained over 30 acres, carving paths through the wild upstate NY woods. My grandmother kept the home, raised three children, and cooked three square meals everyday.

She sewed a lot of their own clothing, gardened, cleaned and cooked. They lived on a mountain and didn’t have a lot of money to go into town to socialize.

Her socializing was her family who lived on either side of the mountain. She had friends in town she saw when she can. But her focus was making her husband happy.

She was a true worker bee. She was much more high energy than me.