The months passed as usual in a section house : lots of scrubbing and cleaning , working the garden ( although with less wildlife to chase) , picking berries and pie making and preserving ...and evenings filled with knitting .
Mom was asked by the storekeeper if she would make men's dress socks because there was a need . Men heading into town (Mattawa) on weekends were looking to him to carry socks that weren't worksocks . Going to town was an escape from their hard , spirit-breaking work and just changing your style of sock was a lift to their mental health . Besides , they looked a lot better with their one and only suit for going to town , church , weddings and funerals . So it was arranged that he would bring in several colours of fine wool for her to produce argyle-patterned dress socks for 75 cents a pair . They were extremely popular and Mum continued this little home industry for the duration of life in Snake Creek .
She used dye to colour the sugarbag cloth and sewed them into pretty little dresses which she embroidered delicately . Dad was puzzled that everything was for a girl . "What if it's a boy?"he asked . "It's a girl ...at least it feels like a girl ", she responded .
In early November , Mum was nine months pregnant , hauling buckets of water out of the creek to the house for laundry , when her water broke . At first she thought she had doused herself with the bucket . But the warmth of this water made her realize that her time had come .