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 played… Continue reading RESPECTFULLY YOURS?
“I don’t remember what it was I said one day. I must confess, from a very young age I was prone to say things without thinking. Whatever it was, it offended (her). I was banished from the farm for a year when I was twelve.”
a THREAD begins to reveal itself.
Ahead are endless, unplanned days.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
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 passing… Continue reading A Holiday Of Love
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
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.) To sum it up, each of us in the farthest reaches of our mind, is guilty of harboring “I knew better” feelings which emerge… Continue reading My New Year Resolutions 1964
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
She began to talk to me of times of JOY. She spoke of happy things and times and places.
Upon leaving, I said,
”See you when you come home”.
“Ok honey”, she said
Sometimes This Old Farm Feels Like A Long Lost Friend…. It’s always good to be back home again. Married four years in 1959, living on the lakeshorewith a toddler of three and an infant of six months, we began to look for another, safer, and perhaps more friendly place to live. Safer was my thinking.… Continue reading LIFE AT HIDDEN MEADOWS FARM