I have to preface my review with something my sister wrote in her review: "Mama is everything in a person that I wake up every morning wishing I could be. Also, if I were ever to try and write a book, this is the kind of book I would want it to be."
Mama seriously was amazing. This book is autobiographical; the author is writing about her family and Mama is the author's mother. The book was published 1943. I was impressed throughout the novel by Mama's common sense, wisdom, love, and work ethic.
Mama is definitely the kind of mother that I hope I can be to my children.
I really love books written during this time period. Life wasn't perfect, but they choose to focus on the parts that are inspiring and helpful. If you don't find "old" books slow and boring but rather beautiful and charming, then you will like this one.
The following excerpt was beautiful, in my opinion. How many families today would make those kind of sacrifices for a son or brother? I think many today would turn first to the government or a bank loan rather than give up personal time or enjoyments. (Although I am sure there are still families like this.)
"When Nels graduated from grammar school he wanted to go on to High. 'Is good,' Mama said, and Papa nodded approvingly.
'It will cost a little money,' Nels said.
Eagerly we brought up chairs and gathered around the table. I took down the gaily painted box that Aunt Sigrid had sent us from Norway one Christmas and laid it carefully in front of Mama.
This was the 'Little Bank.' Not to be confused, you understand, with the big Bank downtown. . . .
Nels had it all written out neatly. So much for carfare, for clothes, for notebooks and supplies. Mama looked at the figures for a long time. Then she counted out the money in the Little Bank. There was not enough.
She pursed her lips. 'We do not,' she reminded us gently, 'want to have to go to the Bank.'
We all shook our heads.
'I will work in Dillon's grocery shop after school,' Nels volunteered.
Mama gave him a bright smile and laboriously wrote down a sum and added and subtracted. Papa did it in his head. He was very quick on arithmetic. 'Is not enough,' he said. Then he took his pipe out of his mouth and looked at it for a long time. 'I give up tobacco,' he said suddenly.
Mama reached across the table and touched Papa's sleeve, but she didn't say anything. Just wrote down another figure.
'I will mind the Elvington children every Friday night,' I said. 'Christine can help me.'
'Is good,' Mama said.
We all felt very good. We had passed another milestone without having to go downtown and draw money out of Mama's Bank Account. The Little Bank was sufficient for the present."
"Mama said earnestly: 'Is not good for little ones to be afraid—to not feel secure.'"
All I can say about that quote is that I completely agree. It is an important job for a parent to help children feel safe and secure. Sadly, it is not always possible.
I really like how the following excerpt expresses the difference between a child doing something bad and actually being bad.
"Haltingly, I told her of my crime. And when I got to the part about Mrs. Schiller, she stopped rocking and just held me—tight.
I waited for Mama's answer. Mama could be strict, even stern, when we children had done wrong. I knew that I had sinned dreadfully, and now it was only right and just that I be punished.
Mama stood up so quickly I almost fell. She walked over to the sink and took a drink of water. Her back was so straight, so rigid, I started to cry again.
'Oh, please,' I begged. 'Please, Mama, don't you be angry too.'
She turned and hurried to me, took my shaking hands in hers.
'Not with you, Katrin,' she said earnestly. 'It is with—but, yes, that can wait. Now—look at me, Daughter.'
I looked into her quiet face, watched her mouth try to smile.
'This is important, my Katrin. Perhaps I cannot explain it so well, but you must not ever feel here'—she touched me—'in your heart, that you are what you said. A—a thief. A bad girl.'
'But, Mama, I did take them—and Mrs. Schiller said—'
'No, Mama, I guess I'm not bad.'
'Is good. Now, you will peel potatoes for dinner and set the table. I'—Mama's gentle voice hardened—'I have a call to make.'
And Mama wasn't smiling a bit as she marched out the door."