(Published in the Houghton Lake Resorter, Houghton Lake, Michigan, weekly newspaper)
Even the rules change in 56 years. Conversations change even more. It was my privilege to have a weekly column in our local newspaper for almost three years. I’ve added a little here and there. But you’ll get the idea.
MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER by Mary Anne Tuck
Is it really the weather that makes us disagreeable, or are we just naturally hard to please?
Seems like just a few short weeks ago, we were pining for summer days.
Summer days arrived and we began to long for cooler fall weather.
Our nature is to search for lost opportunities and unfulfilled dreams.
At the age of ten, we wish for things we don’t possess. It would be nice of my name could be Susie instead of Mary.
How wonderful it must be to have beautiful red hair instead of brown.
Then we reach high school. In high school we yearn for a steady date and find to our amazement that the steady daters have visions of playing the field and dating around.
If our choice is not to attend college, we may soon nurture envious thoughts of those who went on to higher education.
The bride who marries young sometimes wishes she had waited a bit for that magic moment. She’s surprised to learn that the woman who works outside the home may sometimes feel she has wasted those precious years when she could have been staying home and raising a family.
We may be overflowing with discontent from childhood to adulthood of one sort or another.
Keeping up with the Jones family is a desirable way of life for many. The wish to have as much or more as the folks next door may never go away.
When your neighbor belabors the fact that the days are much too long and the weather is much too hot, your neighbor is following the rules of the game.
The game is called “Making Conversation”.
The objective is to see how much better we can make our everyday living with good-natured complaining and a few constructive thoughts.
What can we do to make our lives more blessed than they are already?
Maybe we should change The Rules Of The Game. Let’s talk about it!
I’m seeing myself in these words at the age of twenty-eight.. It was during a time when I had three little boys ages one, four, and six; no more working in an office and dressing up each day to go to work and meet with people.
Maybe I just wanted to be different; different from what, I’m not quite sure.
Maybe I thought I’d missed out on the opportunities that had once been before me and now had seemingly disappeared.
I married at twenty and had my first child at twenty-one. At twenty-seven I’d become a full fledged Mom of three and homemaker.
Establishing a home and family may sometimes begin at a later time in life, but there was never a career pursuit for me. From the age of twenty I was faced with laundry, dishes, meals and cleaning.
The house we lived in, although we loved it dearly, was much less sophisticated than the homes of our friends and neighbors. Of course, I knew the future was out there, somewhere. At the time, though, I couldn’t see it. What is it the jokesters say, “just another day in Paradise”.
My Christian walk had not yet begun. Or maybe it had and I just hadn’t recognized it.
The following article, by me, was printed in the Houghton Lake Resorter weekly newspaper in Houghton Lake, Michigan..The “byline” as shown above was chosen for me by the editor of the paper, Bob Hamp. I must admit, I didn’t know what a “byline” was at that time. (But now, I do.)
In case you may have kept a copy of this article, I have edited a few things which I deemed to look better before presenting it for your perusal at this time. After all, it has been 55 years since it was written and I tend to look at things differently now. (I know you’ll understand.)
…..continuing the article
To sum it up, each of us is guilty of harboring “I know better” feelings which emerge annually on the “first” day of January of any given year. Those memories are immediately forgotten on the “second” day of January; the same year.
For instance, “I know better” than to let the ironing pile up week after week while stashing the clothes I like to iron least in a lonely basket behind the door. When the unfavored basket overwhelms the operation of the door, the guilt becomes evident.
“Therefore” I resolve to keep my ironing up to date; even the items I don’t preferto deal with..
“I know better” than to chide my friends in far off places for not being regular in their correspondence with me. To be honest, I am equally as irregular with mine.
“Therefore“, I resolve to keep all my correspondence up to date.
“I know better” than to continue driving our car without refilling the gas tank. My husband has often mentioned he doesn’t care to run out of gas on his way to work in the morning.(He doesn’t say it quite that way, but you get the picture.)
“Therefore” I resolve to keep the gas tank filled at all times.
“I know better” than to let my bank statements pile up in a drawer until my checkbook balance requires a notice of service charge from the bank for overdrawing my account.
“Therefore” I resolve to balance my bank statements promptly upon their arrival.
When you have successfully written down your “therefore” list, you may feel properly girded for the onslaught of uncharted days and months ahead in 1965.
Let me give you a word of warning.
Mention to no one that your list exists. Immediately upon completion, place it in an envelope, seal it, and promptly convert it to ashes and smoke.
Your ironing will continue to accumulate, your correspondence friends will think of you warmly at Christmas time, your husband will get good exercise, the bank will feel you accept and respect their bookkeeping procedures and your conscience will be free to glide into 1965 in friendly and familiar surroundings.
2019 AND CONTINUING….
It’s been a long time since I’ve made a New Year’s resolution.
Please don’t think ill of me. I learned years ago that such an endeavor was a complete waste of my time.
Thank heaven for permanent press clothing that needs no ironing.
I remember the days when my grandma took my clothes needing ironing and sprinkled them with water. Then she rolled them up, put them in the freezer, told me they were there and that I could iron them later. (That was a mistake.)
I did, however, learn something that may be of use to you. If sprinkled clothes are stored in the freezer for two weeks or more, they will be surprisingly damp when you thaw them. If the time is more than a week or two your clothes may have to be sprinkled again. (Grandma never approved of that outcome and I’m not recommending it to you.)
Thank heaven, (and time), for the invention of the computer and emails.
I am now able to respond within minutes to correspondence from my friends. Why didn’t someone think of this before?
I try to fill the gas tank as soon as I see the little space that emerges after “full”. The price of gas has reached an unthinkable $2.38 per gallon. So if you fill the tank before you use much, it’s cheaper. (Does that sound right to you?)
Although I’ve asked the bank to send me printed statements at the end of the month, I also have my bank records on the computer.
I leave the mailed statements unopened in a drawer. There is always the possibility of being without electricity for the computer, which would restrain me from checking my balance. In such an event, the unopened and printed statements in the drawer would be a blessing.
I DO NOT RECOMMEND NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS!
If you feel the need to put resolutions in writing, this is my advice. Use a sealed, unmarked envelope.
Destroy it as quickly as possible on New Year’s day.
FIRE IS STILL THE MOST RELIABLE SOLUTION!
The sealed envelope may also be thrown in the garbage. But, hear this! There is always the possibility that someone could find it at the dump.
GIVE THIS SOME SERIOUS THOUGHT!
(It’s already nearing the end of the year…May 2020 be your best year ever!))