In this story from 1958, singer and actress Dale Evans shares how faith helped her cope with her career and busy life with husband Roy Rogers and their kids.
The front door slammed as Cheryl ran for the high-school bus. “Three children off,” I made a mental note. “Four to go.”
In the bedroom I had finished the first braid in Dodie’s hair and was reaching for the rubber band when a shriek from the bathroom sent me running there. Debbie had cut her lip against the washstand.
I was still dabbing with a wad of cotton when Sandy appeared in the doorway in his pajama pants.
“Mama, make Dusty stop throwing my socks!” he demanded.
“Dale!” This was Roy from our bedroom. “The recording session’s at ten, you know!”
I dashed for the kitchen and started cracking eggs into a bowl. “After the kids are off, I’ll just have time to get that laundry sorted,” I promised myself. For two days my washing machine had been out of order and the soiled-clothes heap was now a mountain.
The phone rang and I jerked the skillet of eggs off the fire.
“Mrs. Rogers?” The lady’s voice was apologetic. “Could you and Mr. Rogers be at the studio at nine instead of ten this morning?” An especially hectic beginning to a day? No—just a very average morning at the Rogers’ house.
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