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How "to
Describe
a. Vacation
Phebe is an old saying that a vacation is the time
sandwiched between anticipation and recuperation. I had
always agreed with that idea until I visited one of our
national parks last Summer. There, absorbing a little of
nature's calmness and tranquility, I also found time to meet
God's most wondrous creation our neighbors from all over
the U.S.A.
Now I think the word "serendipity" better describes a
vacation. It was coined by Walpole in one of his stories
and means to find valuable or agreeable things not antici
pated. Mrs. J. K. Howard, Forsan, Tex.
LESSINGS IN DISGUISE. Troubles often can
be an opportunity to leam new things. A few years ago my
husband's pay was cut in half and, with five children, we
barely eked out a living. But by the time his work improved,
we had learned to do much more with our money than we
could before.
And when our five-year-old was seriously ill, I regretted
not having taken more time from household chores to be
with my children. Since those trying days, we do more things
together as a family while housework takes a back seat. Our
house will be here long after our children are gone from it.
Then there will be plenty of time to scour, scrub, arid polish!
Mrs. Paul Smith, Columbia, Pa.
OLD. FASHIONED TRANQUILIZER. I've discov
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edly knew very well the real value of a lullaby. One night
I first had trouble getting my two-year-old to bed, then the
eight-month-old baby started putting up a fuss. After much
pacing and patting, I finally began to sing a lullaby.
It didn't take long to realize I was relaxing and calming
down, which had a wonderful effect on the children; they
went peacefully to sleep. Now, when I am upset and tense, I
take time out and sing a lullaby not only for the children,
but for myself, too! Mrs. Ellis Johnson, Marion, Ind.
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. . . when my old friend came home, 15 years had taken
the easy laughter from us.
He was as I remembered him and he gallantly claimed I
had not changed. But we were strangers. A scientist and a
dreamer are more than a world apart.
When I speak of the things which move me, I talk of light
and shadow and the emotions of the human heart. But when
he spoke, it was of cyclotrons and control systems.
And when I looked into his eyes, I saw none of the care
free happiness I had assigned to him, but the calculating
mind. I felt old and tired, a graying Alice in a wonderland
whose beloved mad hatter was merely a symbol of the
chromosomes gone wrong.
What can the color of the sky matter to a man who has
penetrated the explosion of its least component part? Per
haps I have lived too long in childlike rapture as the wise
earth turned for him.
He began to talk of the mind and the chemistry of the
brain. And I longed to close my ears to all his words, lest he
destroy my magic with his logic and shred my faith to
2 FamUv Weekly. MnW 12. 1957
blasphemous bits. But he said, "I believe that the good Lord
controls the chemistry of man. One day we will understand
that better."
Suddenly I found myself remembering the scientist in
New Jersey who had written to me that he felt the mystery
of humanity itself far more moving than the test tube's
knowledge. I had thought him a renegade.
Perhaps a true scientist is a man who has been granted
the privilege to see a little beyond my shadows and be far
more humble than I in the face of what, even with his
superior knowledge, he can never reduce to a formula.
Then my old friend looked out the window at the meadow
where birds sang in the oak trees and his eyes were shining
behind his glasses.
"I think the greatest things in the world are love and the
joy of doing a job which needs to be done," he said. And
then, a little self-consciously, he added: "It's good to be
home again."
Perhaps he might have understood if I had told him I
knew at last that he had never gone away.