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. Too…… Continue reading Tell It Like It Was!
“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 and interpret this.) It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are all becoming hopelessly addicted to the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the…… Continue reading TV Addiction-Not Me
As written by me and published in the local weekly newspaper in my home town, Houghton Lake, Michigan. MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER The Houghton Lake Resorter “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…… Continue reading My New Year Resolutions 1964
Christmas Memories 1963 (As printed in the Houghton Lake Resorter, Houghton Lake, Michigan Weekly Newspaper- MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER by Mary Anne Tuck) 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…… Continue reading One More Package Of Memories
I began to think of the way we are linked together
through His creation. The markings of the geese are specific,
always the same for a particular breed.
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