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From "On The Banks of Plum Creek"
"After Laura and Mary had washed and wiped the dishes, swept the floor, made their bed, and dusted, they settled down with their books. But the house was so cozy and pretty that Laura kept looking up at it."
- Laura Ingalls Wilder
Human Frailty of the Godly Soul
"The life of Luther might suffice to give a thousand instances, and he was by no means of the weaker sort. His great spirit was often in the seventh heaven of exultation, and as frequently on the borders of despair. His very deathbed was not free from tempests, and he sobbed himself into his last sleep like a greatly wearied child."
"As for her, like most women, she had but one ambition. To be a good wife and a good mother, and to be beloved by her husband and children, was all she asked. [She was] a busy, affectionate, cheerful little housewife, whose voice would never be heard in the streets, but whose memory would always live in a few faithful hearts."
- Elizabeth Prentiss, 1800's.
A married woman who stays home. This is a lifelong vocation. It is an old-fashioned term, and something to be proud of. Not a "domestic engineer." Not a "home manager." An old fashioned housewife, who keeps the home, and abides there. - Mrs. White
The other day, Mr. White set up the lights on our house. I sat in our living room and visited with him each time he came in for a break. The children were downstairs with Nana baking cookies. It was strange having a quiet house. As the children grow up and move out, we start seeing what our future home will be like. We do not look forward to an empty nest, but we will still have a happy home.
One of the things Mr. White likes to do is trick me. Yes, trick me. He doesn't tell me when he has vacation days or time off from work. He pretends he has to work, but when I notice he is extra happy or that he is enjoying himself too much, I will say, hopefully, "You're not working today are you?" He smiles and his eyes sparkle. I get so excited! I am thrilled to have him here with us. He notices my delight and it is like he has just given me a present.
The other day, we went for a drive - my husband and I. We rarely ever go anywhere together. Either he is at work, or I am doing errands, so a drive together is a treat. As we went along, he talked to me about his ideas and plans at home. Then he tells me all his work stories. I sit content and happy in his presence. The snowy landscape is peaceful and pretty. I realize he has been home for several days and is relaxed. He is overly happy. I know something is up. Then I find out he has another day off!
He laughs. He tells me a story. There is a store owner, on the corner in the next town. Mr. White goes in there everyday and chats. He buys coffee and gas and talks about work. The other morning, they had a conversation that went like this:
Store owner - "Are you still tricking your wife?"
Mr. White - "Well, she found out about today."
Store Owner - "How did she find out?"
Mr. White - "She gets suspicious when I stay awake, and am too happy."
Store Owner - "What does she say when she realizes you aren't going to work?"
Mr. White - "She gets all excited and happy."
Store Owner - (surprised) "Really? You are very lucky, then."
We stopped at a supermarket and went in to buy a couple of groceries. Mr. White is much taller than I am. I tag along behind him. He looks back and smiles at me. I pick out a cake mix. He finds something in the hardware department. Then he sees one of his bosses. She greets us and asks how his vacation is going. I look puzzled. Then I look at him. She mentions something about him having 5 days off. I am startled. He looks at me, laughing, like the secret is out.
I realize why he tricks me. Everyday, he wants to see the excitement in my face; The happiness I have that he is staying home. But he also knows that I am happy to have him here all the time. Even when we both sit in the living room with the children all around us, I will look across the room and say, "I miss you." He looks up, nods and says, "I miss you too."
Even when the children all grow up and move out, we will still be okay. I will be at home like always. I will cook and clean and bake, like always. He will work. I will make the home. And then we will sit in the living room - he with coffee, me with tea. And we will talk about his dreams and ideas. And we will take rides to the store. And he will trick me.