Medford mail tribune. (Medford, Or.) 1909-1989, June 09, 1957, Image 39

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FAMILY WEEKLY
179 North Michtq.tn Ave, Chicago I, III.
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Candy
) henever I have some unexpected good luck, I al
ways think, "That's the second layer!" It goes back to a train
trip I took as a child. The man beside me bought a box of
chocolates probably to keep me quiet. I was delighted and
quickly finished off the candy. As I poked through the empty
wrappers, my finger pushed into the second layer choco
lates arranged just like a new box of candy! I had eaten my
cake, yet I had it, too.
When we're young we accept such little miracles with a
thrill we later lose. I can never experience just the same
feeling, but I'll never forget it, cither. L. E., Texarkann, Tex.
A NEWLYWED LEARNS A LESSON. When I
was first married, I carefully embroidered "His" and "Hers"
on my new pillowcases as I talked with an elderly neighbor.
"My dear," she said, "you're making a mistake." I was flab
bergasted, but she explained quickly that my sewing was
lovely; it was the idea that was wrong.
She told me, "You can't think of 'His' and 'Hers' in mar
riage; you can't go your separate ways. It's better to think
of 'Ours' and share everything."
Ten years and three children later, I know how right she
... I am afraid. I fear the whiteness of this page and the
antagonism of the black words which do not come.
Sometimes readers toll me of their own longings to pre
serve a part of themselves, to weave together the fabric of
their minds in poetry or prose. As though they seek meat
and drink lest they starve, they ask my blessing against
their muteness.
I cannot help them, I who sulTer as greatly as the least of
them. I cannot whisper in their ears the magic to cover the
cloth of them with the outpouring of their hearts and spirits.
There is no frustration so peculiarly piercing as that of a
writer who cannot w rite. There is no stranger drain on the
mind which feels the words and cannot set them down.
Now and then as I face this paper and this grinning
opponent which is my ty pewriter, both are vanquished and
I command them. The words How from me as a bn.k. the
sentences the current of my heinx
Again, I walk for days with an emhryo of meaning within
was. We have no individual labels in our home, and when
you split troubles five ways, they're never very large. Mrs.
Richard Gramly, Mansfield, 0.
GOOD FOR NOTHING. Recently our minister
chose the expression, "Good for Nothing," as his sermon
text, using it to mean doing good without expectation of re
ward. It set me to wondering how many of us are purely
unselfish w hen we put that occasional large bill in the collec
tion plate, when we help our neighbors, or when we con
tribute to community charities and activities. Is it because
of our love for God or can it be that we hope to widen the
gates of eternity and thus squeeze through?
If we ask ourselves about our motives in this way, it will
broaden our lives and our spiritual outlook amazingly.
Lt. Coi .William F. Upton. Jr., Sarasota, Fla.
We Pay $10 for Your Letters
U'e u-elrome your vines on any subject of general interest. we
print your letter, you will receive $10. Letters must be signed, but
names will be u ilJiheld on request. We reserve the right to edit
contributions. Letters cannot be relumed. Address Letters Editor,
Family UVcJily, 179 North Michigan Avenue, Chicago 1, III.
UJ1UU JAsdJ Vrfuvticc
me which struggles for life. When at last I sit here, knowing
there will be no victory, the quiet desperation of Thoreau is
m my heart and I rip to shreds the paper and my thoughts.
1 his is a morning f exquisite pain. Here are the blue sky
and the blue sea and the fishing fleet and the gulls. There
is a prayer m this morning and a icspite from my desires. I
seek them and 1 cannot find them.
Though there is a soaring inside and I harbor a longing to
share the emotions which move me, it is futile.
Still I know- 1 will not surrender. Perhaps that is the onlv
"' . s","'1; f"r "no wl" would write-the constant fight
against failure, wearing the plume of promise which cannot
be denied.
How does a man write- Hp writes when he cannot write.
He writes when he must wnte. lle fails and succeeds, he
tnes diul gives up. but he write
Jt . a,y Vet above the dark shores of it are the clear
and .shmir.R heaven of has delight.