Home, my sweet home-part 2

Despite lack of formal education on either side my parents lived peacefully ,joyfully and without much desires or ambition to accomplish  except to make their children to do well in life and their full time engagement was with the profession which was physically more taxing and demanding as there was no additional labor to assist.

I do not know to what extent they were compatible and accommodating with each other.there was some good  village chemistry to cement the relation.To be fair AND HONEST THEY WERE SO engrossed and involved in work from early dawn to night , not dusk there  was little time to quarrel, if at all they wanted to have one.

I was brought up in such as a sweet home. Their sweat and labour were transformed into nutrients for my body and mind, every year they would extract gingley oil also called Nalla Ennai(good oil) from sesame  seed from the revolving/or rotating  wooden structure driven by bullocks, some county sugar from palm tree added to it  during the process of churning and stored in a big earthern pot;,.many other food items like Door dal tamarind , chilies and others were purchased  during the season  and the ground nut oil too purchased in 15 kg tin from the town

There was a cow and occasionally a hen .I vivdly remember going along with my mother in ging out to collect fodder-green grass or sometimes collect firewood. My mother was a hard worker very slim till the end hale and healthy and had all the concern for the truncated joint family. My father was the first son in the family and had three younger brothers and also a sister. Like the US monetary policy until mid 60s the role of my mother was sensible and responsible though she used to grumble a little when other brothers were grown up  and had  families of their own. Caring parents good school, nice teachers, family get together and my father contributing in a modest way to keep the  flock together as he was economically better half. When I think about  the hard work and business ethics of my parents tears well up in my eyes and I want to be united with them in all the births.