Lucille childhood

From the text:

Mother had been a perfect girl. Her family was wealthy then, but that didn’t stop her from stitching entire quilts before breakfast, or spinning miles of wool before tea. It was the War, she liked to remind me. Children did what was asked of them. And she never complained. Oh, no, never. Good children were seen and not heard.

Mothers family had washed their hands of her when she ran off to marry a carpenter, a tradesman (the horror!), when she was but seventeen.