I am from a large family of twelve; my mother and father raised nine, and my aunts the other three girls.
My mother would comb our hair, and fix them with lovely curls.
My mother spent Saturday night, getting us ready for Sunday; one day ahead.  If she didn't, she knew there would be trouble, especially, getting us out of bed.
She prepared the Sunday dinner, got us bathed and into bed for rest.  She wanted us waking up, feeling out very best.
She polished all our shoes, placing them on the washing machine.  By the time she got finished polishing them, Boy! our shoes were clean.
When Sunday finally arrived, we ate and we all got dressed.  We climbed into our father's car, giving my Mom a chance to rest.
My father drove slow, and then he began to drive a little fast.  He wanted to hear part of the sermon, before the Preacher dismissed at last.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing