Musings Of A HOMEMAKER (1)

“When I was young” I dislike that phrase. I “am” young as long as I think I am. So much for that.When I was a young HOMEMAKER,  27 to be exact, I had an opportunity for two and a half years to write a column in our weekly newspaper. The friendly editor was kind enough to give me a by-line, Musings of a HOMEMAKER. Admittedly, I wasn’t sure what a by-line was at the time. It was nice of him to do that. I was told I could write on any subject I had in mind. People were invited, by me, to share favorite recipes and they would be printed at the base of my column. It’s so much fun to look back on those articles and realize where my thinking was in my late twenties. The years were 1962-1964 and  a few in 1965 before I ended my newspaper career.

Perhaps you will enjoy reminiscing  my HOMEMAKER years with me. If you do, please let me know.

Mother’s Day

He Cared Enough To Send The Very Best

One day each year is not often enough to proclaim the affection and love we hold for the one whose apron strings we liked to be tied.


We can never repay her, nor does she expect us to, for the hours of love, labor and devotion so happily bestowed upon our little heads.

How many times have childhood cares of monumental stature, been patiently reduced to a size easily handled with the love of our thoughtful and caring Mother?

“Mother is here.” That comforting knowledge has allowed us to face the seemingly insurmountable challenges of life, growing up, learning to give, and finding a new and different kind of love, one day, along with many more of life’s challenges and decisions.

From diapers to dates, it’s mother to whom we turn for loving advice.  Marriage and family may renew our impressions of mother.  She always cared and always loved.  How did she manage?

Our ever changing times have altered the role of motherhood.  The mother who works outside the home still manages, loves, and cares for her family.

When all is said and done, whether or not she works inside or outside the home, Mother finds a way to be there for us when needed.

Whether she is young and vigorous or silver haired and content, she’s Mother and we’re pleased that when He sent our Mother, He cared enough to send the very best.



I never saw her angry.  My mother was a pleasant woman, a nurse by profession.  She cared as much for her patients as she did for her family.  I don’t remember ever hearing her talking about anyone in negative way.  Everyone was her friend and to this day, many who remember her do so with love in their hearts.

Mother died thirty years ago. Never a day goes by that I don’t think of something she said to me or shared with me.  She cared for my sister and me and our Dad just as she did her patients, with love.

When I was seventeen, the family moved away from the home I’d grown up in and settled in a town thirty miles away. I was crushed. I had attended school from kindergarten through the eleventh grade in my home town. Now I wouldn’t be able to graduate from that same school with my friends and my memories.

Mother decided to seek employment as nurse in a doctor’s office in our former town so I could finish school and graduate from there. It didn’t impress me at the time, but my parents had to pay a tuition in order for me to continue my schooling there. I learned, in later years, the price was $200 for that year. It doesn’t seem like much in these times, but it was quite a bit then.

She and I drove the miles back and forth every day until I ended my school years at graduation. The uninterrupted time we spent together in the car and the chance to visit with each other alone, offered a special opportunity to share which we would never have had otherwise.

We don’t often think about the hours of love and hope and caring which our Mother shares with us. The passing years filled with memories live forever.

I was truly blessed to have a Mother like mine.


Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck

“Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. (John Lennon)


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