Mother is Coming Home

The year is 1939. Seven kids and our parents living in a three-bedroom house with no indoor plumbing. Nevertheless, we were happy and things were going great until 1941, when my mother was committed to the West Virginia State Mental Hospital. She was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, and would spend the next 19 years of her life there. My dad was faced with raising seven kids between the ages of two and 14 years old. People have often asked me how my dad was able to overcome such a task. I woul...