Tell It Like It Was!

Can’t Take It Any More! I thought “the cawff” would stop if I ignored it, but it didn’t. How long would the “cawff” remain hidden behind the alphabet, before someone speaks up? Guess I’ll have to do it myself. It’s driving me crazy. At first it was only fashions. I could live with that. TooContinue reading “Tell It Like It Was!”


It was a different time when I was growing up In the forties and fifties. We didn’t have much first-hand information about disrespect, but we knew a lot about “respect”. Start with the flag, you know the one; stars, stripes, red white and blue?Remember when we stood up when the Star Spangled Banner was playedContinue reading “RESPECTFULLY YOURS?”

A Holiday Of Love

Holiday Of Love As published in the Houghton Lake Resorter Newspaper1963Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck“Musings Of A Homemaker” February is the month of sweethearts and historical birthdays. Gifts and cards of caring are abundantly given and received.Red is the color of this holiday of love, representing the warmth and caring which doesn’t end with the passingContinue reading “A Holiday Of Love”

TV Addiction-Not Me

MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER-1964 If your memory doesn’t go back as far as 1964, you may want to get someone to help you read this. It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are becoming hopelessly addicted to the the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the temptation mightily.Continue reading “TV Addiction-Not Me”

My New Year Resolutions 1964

MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER “The time has come’, the walrus said, “to speak of many things, of sailing ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings” (and my New Year resolutions.) Each of us, in the back of our mind, is guilty of harboring “I know better” feelings which emerge every year on January 1.Continue reading “My New Year Resolutions 1964”

One More Package Of Memories

Christmas Memories 1963 (As printed in the Houghton Lake Resorter Weekly Newspaper- MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER) The pine tree stands in the corner, colorful but lonely. Gaily wrapped gifts beneath its branches have disappeared.  The sweet smell of pine is no longer in the air. Shiny bicycles and curly haired dolls have gone from view.Continue reading “One More Package Of Memories”