to her, there's no place like home
It had been a hard day. I looked at my cross, tired face in the glass and noted bitterly, almost savagely, its lines of care; its drooping lips of dissatisfaction; its worldly eyes, and aging, yes, its unpleasantly aging, expression. It was a depressed, discontented face that stared moodily back at me, and I did…
The following letters appeared in The Farmer’s Wife magazine and illustrate the age-long struggle women face in achieving a balanced life. Although I cannot say that I completely agree with either woman, I do lean more toward one of their positions. What do you think? (April 1838) Dear Editor: After looking around at some of…
Here’s an adorable story from 1916…. Everyone in the house had had a party except Grandmother. Mother had entertained twenty friends at cards and Janet had had a dancing party. Bob had a fine time giving some of his chums a sleigh ride following with a dinner at the club and Father had just bowed…
A few thoughts, written in 1925 from a farmer’s wife’s perspective. Once upon a time, when I was a little child, there was to be held a splendid picnic on the last day of school. The morning dawned bright and cloudless, a refreshing wind was blowing, but the outlook was not bright for me. Something…