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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
I had my little grandson with me. He is 9 months old, and such a happy child.
There was a sweet warmth in the Vermont air. I picked up baby, and brought him out to my gardens. Now, if you came to my house and looked at the grounds, you would see something far different than I do. You would see a 3 story house that is in serious need of painting. You would see old porches and tired steps. You would see little attempts at gardening throughout the land. (gentle smiles) But the world, as I see it, is a great Estate for us to explore. . . for baby and me.
I showed him the lonely strawberry plants beside the front of the house. The soil is not happy there. The plants need to be moved. But we checked on them anyway.
Near the tired porch steps, there are 4 new rose bushes. (Mr. White had planted them for me this past Mother's day.) I was surprised to see that flowers were starting to appear. Baby delighted in my happiness as I explained it all to him.
We walked to the front and saw the lilies had stopped flowering. These had been vibrant orange, sparkly white and robust yellow! But the flowers had gone away, leaving only the green leaves and a memory.
Next, baby and I walked up to the back hill. There are the blueberry plants and 2 happy strawberry plants. There are several strawberries ripening and waiting to be picked!
Near the hill is a sweet, rushing river behind the property. It is framed by pretty trees and lots of plants. There is a beautiful scent of the outdoors which make one happy.
Baby and I walked to the sad part of the land. . . Mr. White and I had planted starter seeds inside egg cartons and put them in our little greenhouse. Just like we did last year. But a storm came, with lots of wind and rain. The next day, we noticed it had fallen over and egg cartons were upside down in the grass. Baby and I like to visit that spot, each day. I say to him, "I wonder if my spinach will still grow?" He smiles at me and wonders what I am talking about. But I know, someday, we will have carnations and hollyhocks growing up with the grass.