Her name was Kathy. Did we really call her the maid? I can't recall, but the memory must have come from somewhere. Did Mother need a Saturday morning maid? Perhaps. With four children, a husband, and one to three brothers' in law to cook, clean and wash for, perhaps she did.
This is a bit of guess work really, but I think Kathy made the beds, washed the breakfast dishes, swept and mopped the floors, sorted out washing, ironed, cleaned the bathroom and made lunch.
Meanwhile Mother readied herself and us to attend the afternoon football match, perhaps an hour's drive away and in the evening, the local dance. When the local ladies kept her at arms length and described her as a city person, she went on to play the part with no clothing or shoe expense spared. Her clothes came from city shops, well Oakleigh, Chadstone and the City. Her makeup was expensive and shamed the locals' touch of lippy and dab of powder. The teenage girls of the area took note of Mother's style, and copied her. Post the football season, the maid still came. Perhaps it was an attendance to the tennis then.
Kathy used to flirt with my uncle. I expect they did the biz at some point. Mother must have found out and in a rage of jealously, she sacked 'that filthy bitch'.
There was a replacement maid, but I can't remember who she was.
After years of neglect, Father finally had enough and bolted to the comfort of a lady he knew in town who went on to become Step Mother. The once very profitable farm struggled on until it was sold, with Father commuting between his 'slut' in town each evening and daytimes working at the farm.
The farm was eventually sold and so how did Mother support herself and her children? She become a maid, well a housekeeper for a gentleman with his own children in South Gippsland who was happy to accept Mother's three children. I was away on my own by then. It did not turn out to be a Brady Bunch scenario. When the South Gippsland gentleman started to behave in an ungentlemanly manner, Mother fell on her knees before her father, who took in his daughter and grandchildren into his home for a time. He prevaricated for a time about buying Mother a house in spite of three adults and three children living in a house meant for two adults. The constant bickering in the house was becoming intolerable and bless Tradie Brother, the mud pies he started throwing at front door brought the cheque book out and nearly four decades later, Mother is still in the same house he bought for her.
Should you have a maid, treat her kindly. You never know when you might become one.