“My mother learned to write, to read…”

My mother, when she was 50 or when we were little, she didn’t know how to write. My mother lived in a large household. Her father had horses, cattle, they had many animals and they didn’t let my mother go to school because she was the oldest. He wouldn’t let her go to school, he would give a teacher a chicken or eggs or milk, to leave her at home. My mother didn’t know what they were doing. And she didn’t know how to write. After that, a class for old people was formed. And my mother went to school. So all the women who wanted to at least read something so they could know. And she went to school. We were in first or second grade and they were also. And my mother learned to write, to read. When she received a newspaper or an envelope came at least she could handle it. She knew the letters.