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Home » History » Special Projects » Scribblings » scribblings 38-10-13
Scribblings of an Unimportant Housewife

Forest City Courier, Oct. 13, 1938

There are pies and pies. Luscious lemon pies, rich chocolate pies with frothy meringue, custard pies with their transparent filling, delicate chiffon pies of every kind, but the pie of all pies is the dried fruit pie with its spicy fragrance. And they reach their eminence at family reunions and birthday dinners in the country when you see them in stacks. They never taste nearly so good at home at the table, as they do here. There are usually several kinds of cake and other good desserts at these dinners but the fruit pies disappear first.

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Our streets nowadays are a swarm with school children going to and from school and how we love to hear their shouts. Youth is losing not a moment of its precious playtime. How wise these young things are. Full of pep at all times. We, too, are busy keeping the schedule of the home on an even keel. We are up before sunrise, getting breakfast, waking the children, getting them off to school on time, and doing the other duties as they fall in line. Then a few hours relaxation in the afternoon and it is time for the youngsters to come home again. They are usually hungry and make a run for the kitchen the first thing. This little poem by Helen Welshimer is typical of after-school “Home coming of the children.”

A house should have a cookie jar,
For when it’s half-past three,
And children hurry home from school
As hungry as can be,
There’s nothing quite so splendid
In filling children up,
As spicy fluffy ginger cakes,
And sweet milk in a cup.

A house should have a mother
Waiting with a hug,
No matter what a boy brings home,
A puppy or a bug.
For children only loiter
When the bell rings to dismiss,
If no one’s home to greet them
With a cookie or a kiss!

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Visit the mountains during October if you want to see them at their best. The autumnal colors make the mountain sides look like an artist’s palette. There is nothing at the beach at the end of summer that can equal the beauty of the mountains at this time.

Reprinted with permission from The Daily Courier. Copyright owned by The Daily Courier.

 

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