Woman's work. (Athens, Georgia) 1887-1???, October 01, 1888, Image 12
THE GOOD TIMES AT HOME.
O, the good times at home! how sweet
to remember
The Treasures and joys that surrounded
us there,
From December to June, and from June
to December,
When we were unburdened with
sorrow or care.
From garret to cellar, from cellar
to garret,
With happy abandon we frolicked
and played.
Invoking the spirits of music
and laughter,
And nobody frowned at the
racket we made.
O, the games and the gambols out doors,
so inviting,
With home very handy to run to,
in ease
Some lawless marauders, against
us uniting
Should press us too closely,
compelling a race.
All through the dear dwelling and
every place near it,
So fearlessly, freely, permitted
to roam.
What wonder that we should decide
In our childhood
There was naught to compare
with the good times at home !
Then the games in the evening
in which we would riot,
The telling of stories, adventures, and all
That had brightened the day! and
then, later, the quiet,
The peaceful home hours—how
sweet to recall!
' There were books, there were pictures
in endless profusion,
The sick or the studious ones
to beguile.
And the dark winter days were
made cheerful and pleasant,
By the mother’s dear presence, her
voice and her smile.
O, blest were the ties of affection that
bound-us!
O, joyously sweet were the songs that
we sung,
When merry companions were
gathered arotjnd us,
And familiar the scenes that
we frolicked among!
Though many a banquet is
spread for our pleasure,
Though oft from the fireside
tempted to roam,
The heart will still cherish its
fond recollections
Os the days that are past
and the good times at home.
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Note.—Space frequently compels us to
condense communications, but we feel as
sured our friends will not condemn the
necessity for the exercise of this liberty
All are welcome —too many cannot come
—and we note with pleasure every new
arrival and every repeated visit. Let each
add to tile value of this popular department
by asking for and giving information, mat
ters of interest, etc.
Dear Woman's Work.
Being a man, I am of course not expect
ed to know anything about domestic affairs,
and I acknowledge my ig-norance. Yet in
spite of what my better half says, I believe,
in one instance at least, I am correct, and
, I now apply to some kind reader of Wo
man’s Work for a decision. My wife con
tends that in order to make yeast, you are
compelled to get a little of that article
from some one else, to start your
own. I contend that there is certainly
some way of making it independently of
others, if one only knew the process, or how
•would it ever have been started in the be
ginning? I am of the impression that be
cause she does not know, she thinks I know
too much. Am I right? Please answer
affirmatively and give the process.
A Husband.
Dear Sisters:— Thus I hope I may be
permitted to address you, even if I have
never asked permission of anyone to in
trude. I have only been a subscriber two
months, but even in that length of time
I have learned to love each writer with a
fondness that can never perish.
Monnie Moore expressed my sentiments
exactly when she wrote: “I want to de
vour the contents of Woman’s Work all
at once.”
When it is received, 1 quickly put it out
of’sight if I am too busy to stop, tor if it
is where my eyes can light on it every
time 1 look up, I generally have to yield
to the temptation of putting aside my
work. Woman’s Work is undoubtedly
the purest, sweetest and best paper I ever
read. Each page contains the choicest
matter that ’twas ever my pleasure to read.
The most refined can read its pages with
profit; 1 believe each reader will heartily
echo my expressions. Toprove 1 do sincere
ly appreciate it; if the publishers will send
me a half dozen copies or more—l could
,use a dozen to a great advantage—l will
■distribute them among my friends,
and feel assured I will be rewarded by the
thanks of each. I also send a list of
names, and a sample copy to each will
.doubtless result in several subscribers.
Words are inadequate to express the
pleasure with which I perused Maude
Meredith’s sketch of Louisa May Alcott—
the sweetest writer that ever lived. I’ve
read several of her works, and from begin
ning to end my interest was unabated. E.
P. Roe, is another of my favorite writers.
I am very fond of reading, and when
my duties are over, I generally spend my
time either in reading, writing, music or
art.
May be, I have intruded long enough,
I especially, as this is my first call. If I see
this in print, I’ll take it for granted, I’m
j welcome, and try to write something more
! worthy of publication. With best wishes.
Birdie.
Dear Editress: I can’t tell you how
much our household appreciates Woman’s
Work; in fact we feel that it is almost in
dispensable, containing as it does so much
i useful information for housekeepers. I am
not on the housekeeping list as yet, but
hope to meet with a welcome, for no one
I prizes Woman’s Work more highly than
i myself. My mother, who has been a sub
scriber to your magazine since its first
issue, in trying to widen the circulation of
your valuable paper, loaned all hers out
among neighbors and friends, She is now
anxious to learn through your columns if
back numbers can be obtained, and at what
price, hers being so badly worn that they
are illegible. Will enclose a recipe for
making a very cheap and delightful tea
cake. Minnie Cox.
Note.—We could not charge for dupli
cate copies where the originals were de
stroyed in so good a cause as trying to
extend our circulation, but our supply fre
quently runs short and we cannot promise
second copies. Patrons’ friends who ap
preciate the paper sufficiently to read it so
thoroughly, we hope will subscribe them
selves in justice to all concerned.
Dear Woman's Work:—l cannot resist
the temptation, of writing to one who has
been such a help and comfort to me. You
have helped me to plant my. garden and
work my flowers. Told me when to prune
my geraniums and where to place my
brightest ones that I may muke home
sweeter for my husband and children. You
have told me how to raise my fowls and
how to prepare nice meals. How to orna
ment my rooms with my own hands. How
to speak kindly to my children and point
them to God. You have come at twilight,
when 1 was tired down' from the day’s
work with your soft, sweet words, and
given me renewed strength and a deter
mination to be a better wife.and a better
mother. I may be accused of neglecting
to read many things, but you, Woman’s
Work. Never!
I am here reminded of a piece in the
September number entitled ‘ Some Hearts”
that put me to thinking, for the cap fit me,
in one respect at least, in that I have sadly
neglected reading, and my music too, for
some time. lam glad the piece is entitled
“ Some Hearts.” Some sounds like « few
to me, and I hope such hearts are scarce.
I truly thank you, Woman’s Work, for
such articles. If 1 can warm my hus
band’s heart up and make him the “sweet,
jolly boy of old ” by simply reading, I am
determined to do more of it.
Yours, Lucile.
Dear Woman's Work:— “l am a stranger
in a strange place. I cannot go about and
make new friends and I long for a chat
with my old ones.”.
The above sentence touched a tender
chord in my heart. Who is more forlorn
than a stranger in town ? Especially
if said stranger be a woman with young
children or some member of her family
sick. In a new town the inhabitants have
a kindred feeling for each other and visit
without formality. The citizens of an old
town seem sufficient unto themselves. A
man’s business throws him in contact with
other men; but few realize how much a
woman longs for the old home and how a
friendly call, a few pleasant words would
cheer her. The further away from home
she-isthe more she needs the assurance
that she is welcome and new friends await
her. Should a stranger move into your
neighborhood don’t wait to “find out all
about her” or a suitable time to call fash
ionably attired in silks, etc, but at an
early day don your bonnet and spend a
few hours or minutes with her. Subse
quent calls should be governed by circum
stances attending the first. “This world’s a
land of grief,” sings Father Ryan, and it
is our duty to lessen the oppressing cares
of others.
Last winter I beard a Michigan lady re
mark, “I have spent two years in S
and L with my sick husband. In
8 1 taught in the Sabbath school; still
there isn’t a lady in either place I would
feel at liberty to call upon. If I ever get
home I’ll know how to sympathize with
tourists.” Could she have said the same
had she visited your town ?
M. N. Moody.
; Editor Woman's Work.
By the merest chance I came across
your valuable paper, and I like it better
than any of the other papers of the same
price that I have ever seen, and my hus
band reads the paper and says the same
thing. Now I presume other husbands
read it. too, and I am going to tell them
about our neighbors. We are all farmers
here, but live pretty near each other so we
tome to know a good many things about
each others lives. I*wont sign my name,
so no one will know me, ard then I shall
not be gossiping about my neighbors, a
thing I despise to do. ‘
Here is the first picture. Neighbor A.
on the east of us owns a large farm and
works hard. So does his wife, but you
could not sit within hearing of Mr. A. for
two hours without hearing him laugh. He
laughs over his work, jokes over any mis
hap, tries and tries hard sometimes to cov
er up all the gloomy places, and see only
the pleasant side of things. After he has
been gone from home, he brings back every
item that he thinks will interest Mrs. A.
or the children, and I have heard Mrs. A.
say, “I’d about as soon stay at home and
have Dick tell me all about it as to go my
self. ” Still Dick, as she calls him, does
not go alone when he can avoid it. He
says “ A woman’s work is so monotonous
that she needs more recreation than a man
does.” When he comes into the house he
always has a smile.and cheery word. He
says "if a man can’t come home at night
with a pleasant word for bis wife, what can
be expected of a woman who has been shut
up in the house away from fresh air, going
over and over the same old round of work
day after day. ” Well, Mrs. A. is rosy and
dimpled and happy as you might expect, .
and they have one of the happiest homes
that I know.
Now we will look into neighbor B’s
home. He has no larger farm, ifnd no
more children, but he does not make
as much money as Mr. A. does, though
he drives his help, drives his wife and
children, and drives hard bargains with
his neighbors. But he loses his horses
by hard driving and lack of blankets and
care, lets cattle ruin his corn by having
broken fences, runs his children <ill thev
are sick and have big doctor bills; never
comes home with a smile; never takes his I
wife out with him, but begins to scold about
something that has not been done, even
before he has got q.ut of the wagon after
being away half a day. Well, Mrs. B. is
thin and wrinkled and so subdued she
scarcely even speaks, and has that look of
“I’m-afraid-my-soul-is’nt-my-own” that so
many brow beaten women fake on, the
children are cross, and from being so often
scolded and punished, cowardly and false-
Altogether it is one of the most unhappy,
unpleasant homes that I ever saw. Now
don’t you believe there ought to be a little
literature advising husbands to -‘meet your
wives with a smile” and “always dress as
neatly as you did in your courting days?”
Ot course it does not make any difference
what your work is; even if the most humble
labor, you should remember how you used
to “spruce up” when you went courting,
and never appear more careless before her
now. You know wives are advised, and
advised, to dress always as neatly as they
did when entertaining . their “beaux.”
But, nonsense aside, as the home now is.
the man has the balance of power, and the
home, is to a great extent is what he makes
it. Os course, I know, there are cross, sel
fish wives, and they always make unhappy
homes, and they seem always to get meek,
pleasant husbands, but there are many
wives that are not cross, nor selfish, who are
brow-beaten and found fault with and.
what seems a lesser sin, but is far more
common, are neglected, never cheered or
praised, or invited to little pleasant hours of
recreation, and whe can not make happy
homes no matter how much they try. So
here is the substance of my letter in a sen
tence-Husbands help and praise and cheer,
and above all, love your wives.
Jane Homespun.
Dear Woman's Work:— Though quite a
number of my neighbors read and appre
ciate Woman’s Work, none have yet
•contributed to its pages. I’d like to write
something, in order to have my name
enrolled alongside of those whose letters I
enjoy so much; but as I’m not accustomed
to writing for publication, I don’t know
how to go about it. I’m sure Woman’s
Work is not enjoyed more by any of her
subscribers than by myself. I think the
poetry is ever as sweet as can be. I often
memorize gems from the paper, and repeat
over and over to myself as I go about my
housework, or write them on the black
board and let my pupils learn them. Yes,
Mrs. Oscar Bryant, J, too, am teaching and
housekeeping. I teach in a part of my
I dwelling; so, you see, it is very convenient
for me. Ihis is the first year I’ve taught
since I married. Have taught eight months,
and have enrolled over 90 pupils. I’m
busy from morning till night, but I love
work. I, also, am anxious to read Louisa
Talcott’s book, entitled “Work.” I find
time to read a little sometimes. I’ve just
finished “Napoleon and his Marshals,” by
Headly. I think it the best thing I ever
read, except Pollock’s “Course of Time.”
Will Mrs. W. A. Allen, ot Marietta,
Wis., write me? I’d like to be agent for
■ her patterns. *
This is Saturday, and I’m to cook dinner
to-day. I’m going now to the kitchen, and
take Woman’s Work with me, and try
some recipes. I’ll roast my meat the way
it says is "best.'' I like to cook. Goodbye.
Mrs. Maynie Deadwyler.
Elberton, Ga.
Dear" Woman's Work.
When Horace came home last night he
brought a letter, his weekly paper, and a,
couple of sample copies of your good paper,
sent from Kit Clover. I had asked the sis
ters in a paper that Kit writes for to send me
something to read. I can’t tell you how
much I like your paper, and I hope never
to be without it again.
I see so many bright helpful things in
it, and it occurred to me that some of the
bright sisters might be able to help me. I
am no worse off than two-thirds of the wo
men that I know, but I am dissatisfied with
things as they are, and I dont know how to
help myself. I have no complaint to
make against my husband; he is as good as
as other men, but he is what 1 call “land
crazed.” He puts every cent into more land,
more land—cramps the family, and does not
givethe children anychance at schooling—
ail to put dimes or dollars into more acres.
I can not have a cent of money from the
butter that I make, and all the eggs and
poultry I can raise go to pay the store bill.
Some years I do not have twenty-five
cents in money during the entire year. 1
work hard, but have no right to any thing
except the plain foojl I am able to cook,
and the fewest clothes that I can possibly
get along with, yet he bought fifty acres of
land last year—mostly woodland that does
not seem to pay back much; only a few saw
logs, the pay lor which will go into more
land. Now I want to ask the sisters if
they can tell me any way in which I
can earn a little money each year, that
will be my own, and that cannot be taken
away from me. 1 am willing to work
hard—just as hard as my husband does—
but it does not seem quite right to me, that
after I have done this I can not have ten
cents that I get for a dozer, eggs I sell.
I think of a thousand different schemes,
but I don’t like to do anything that will
reflect on my husband,(the neighbors think
I do notspend money from choice, and call
me-tight”) but sometimes, when I want a
clean new dress—when the old ones begin
to look like patch-work—or a new bonnet,
once in five or six years, then it seems to
me that I can not go on all my days in
this way, and know 1 shall never get any
thing but a very cheap coffin after I have
worn myself out. I don’t believe life was
intended to be such a hard steady grind,
with no liberty’, no freedom, and no sym
pathy. Can some of the sisters suggest a
remedy? Wearily Yours,
Hope Mayfield.
i
Dear Editress:
I saw Woman’s Work mentioned in a
Georgia paper and subscribed for it. Am
delighted with every issue. Georgia was my
home for 40 years. I eagerly seek for fa
miliar names, and dearly love to read ev
ery line. My life is very different here in
California to what it was in Georgia, even
in house keeping. California is a beauti
ful and wonderful State. On 150 by 90
feet of ground we have a good six room
house, 40 fruit trees, 18 grape vines, all
kinds of vegetables—and rare flowers the
year round. When they need rain we have
only to turn a faucet hid among flowers,
and have a sparkling shower in the bright
sunshine, forming the rain-bow so near
that you could almost touch it. With
many good wishes for Woman’s Work.
Sallie Manley.
Gilroy, Cal.
Straw bottles covered, painted brown and
tied at top and bottom with bright ribbon,
with a glass' for flowers inside, are prettily
hung in groups of three against the wall
or in odd corners. ’
Household ammonia is agood fertilizer
tor house roses. Use in the proportion of
a tablespoonful to a quart of water. The
ammonia prepared for household use is di
luted, and consequently is preferable to
any other. Its use will not only better
the growth of the plants, but will beautify
the foliage, making it a richer dark green.
Miss Francis E. Willard says: “lam
more than ever convinced that our w men
ought to give legislatures no rest until they
make generous appropriations for girls’ in
dustrial schools. No'olher single effort will
do more to solve the problem of social
purity.