GRANDMOTHER HAD A LOT TO LEARN!
Had she been a modern house wife, there would not have been half that many chores to do. Modern conveniences, and modern know-how can make a world of a difference! Her kitchen would have been up to date. She would not have had to “scrub the floor,” because with our modern kitchens, anything spilled is easily mopped up.
She would have picked up bread and cake at the bargain counter, and something for a quick meal, plus a pound of cheap margarine, rather than having to churn butter — of all things! There would be no lamps to clean and fill with oil — who wants to mess with kerosene oil! Moreover, she would not have mended those old hose; they needed to be tossed anyway! Even the words of that song could have been altered to read: “When I come to the end of a boring day.”
As I write these lines, I’m not picking on anybody. Times have changed. Both men and women now push buttons rather than shovel gravel, or scrub floors. I am glad for the changes, and I believe God is happy with progress. One reason why Grandma enjoyed life and made life enjoyable to others is that she never ran out of something to do. Whenever we find a little extra time on our hands, that may mean an opportunity to do something for somebody, or to work in the Master’s vineyard. It has been said, “True service is love for Christ in working clothes.”
My Beloved Mother
by Charlie Grier
My mother was not an angel,
She didn’t profess to be.
But she was the grandest mother!
God made her just for me!
She learned it from her mother,
Her mother did the same;
For that’s God’s plan through the ages,
Each family as it came.
My mother studied the Bible.
God taught her how to live —
So when I came with my questions
My mother had something to give.
My mother loved all of her children,
Six in turn were we.
Each was decidedly different,
But we were her family.
She worked and sacrificed for us,
We were her pride and joy!
Nothing could shatter her love and trust
In each darling girl or boy!
She prayed for each of us constantly,
To the God who answers prayer.
She has gone on to Glory.
But praise the Lord! I hope to meet her there!
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The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Is The Hand That Rules The World
William Ross Wallace
Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother’s first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow —
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled,
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hands of women!
Fathers, sons and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky —
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
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