The Ladies Page

| May/June 1964

Aren't we often too reticent about sharing the real values of the heart? We work so hard at being acceptable, the kind of person who says the proper thing at the proper time and we leave only a vacuum of feeling. We chatter, chatter, chatter, - and really say so little. But when the heart is touched, a burden lifted by a kind word, an understanding gesture made, then we spring alive in response.

Yes - I believe I am a better person for having been laid aside for a while. May my words be as 'apples of gold in pictures of silver' as I take up my tasks again. May my prayer be, 'Lord, let me not get too busy to be thoughtful, nor too haried to be helpful.'

As I type this up I am back home again. Our neighbors are still being so kind and have brought in food to help us along. Whatever bread I have ever'

ever 'cast upon the waters 'has come back frosted and glazed. My typewriter sings a happy song, and may God bless you, Every One.

When I feel things deeply it is apt to come out in poetry. So let me tell you about where I am happiest. As a wife and Mother I feel there is no place like home and certainly no home like your own.


The loneliness I feel for all of you Is triggered by a separated week - I want to speak your name, and feel your kiss, I want to hear the news, turn on my stove