Wednesday, April 30, 2014

SORROW & COMFORT; February & April 1912

The first letter below is one of the very few sad letters that I have come across in The Farmer's Wife magazine.

It might come as a surprise to some people, but references to God, Jesus and the Bible were common place in The Farmer's Wife magazine. Although the publisher and editor were both Christians, that was not the only reason. The God of the Bible was accepted in everyday American life 100 years ago. It is more than a shame that He is usually banned in our present day. As a society, I can't see that we are any better for the change. lah

Dear Farmer's Wife:

Santa did not find us at all this Christmas, for the first day of November we buried our youngest daughter, 16 years old. We were at so much expense, we could not have Santa.

Will some of the sisters remember us in our sorrow and sadness? Let me hear from all the sisters, it will interest me and take the worry off my mind.

C.S. Ireland, Ohio

Dear Farmer's Wife

Mrs. C. S. Ireland has my deepest sympathy in the loss of her beloved daughter. It is indeed very hard to part with those who are so dear to us on earth. But dear sister, your little daughter is far better off than we are. My precious mother was called home when I was 15 years old and my little brother five years old and I am satisfied that she is much happier than we are. That has been 16 years ago, but I do get lonely and long for her, yet, any times. What a comfort it is, dear sisters, to know that if we live a devoted Christian life here upon earth that in the future we will all be united with those who are so dear to us. I have only one little girl of 10 years and am bringing her up to love and worship God. I think it is such a pity to see multitudes of homes where God is not reverenced at all.

Mrs. W. B. T., Tacoma, Wash.

Friday, April 25, 2014


I have lived on a farm all my life and settled the question of pin money to my entire satisfaction a number of years ago. Every woman on a farm can have good, steady income if she has the snap and vim to earn it. I put my surplus money in the bank, and when I want fifty dollars for a new rug or a bed room suite, or want to take a trip I go to the bank, draw out my money and no questions asked. How do I get my money? I earn every penny of it. How? Poultry, bees and small fruit.

I do all the housework and cook for what hired help is required on a one hundred and sixty acre farm. My money-making schemes are just a side issue. I commenced with poultry, Bronze turkeys and pure Plymouth Rock chickens. Have sold one hundred dollars' worth of turkeys in season; keep nearly a hundred Plymouth Rocks; sell eggs for setting in their season and sell crates and crates of eggs all the year around. I raise from 350 to 450 chickens for market in a year and my poultry buyer tells me I send the plumpest, heaviest lot of chickens to market.

Then I bought four stands of bees and they have increased fourfold. I take charge of them and market the honey and wax. They are a splendid investment.

Next I added small fruit. I have a large patch of raspberries, one row of current bushes, four hundred feet long, and a row of goose-berries, the same length, and one row of blackberries eight hundred feet long. I picked and sold fruit with but little assistance. I expect to have a row of raspberries eight hundred feet long planted out next spring in addition to what I have now. I have only a few strawberries as they come on the market in June, just as I am busiest with my bees and chickens, but I am thinking of putting out some and hiring pickers.

Monday, April 14, 2014


Dear Editor:

While children are small it seems to me it is better to teach them to look for pleasure and happiness in their own home. I've heard children cry to go some place until after about so much of it the mother would say, "Oh, go on if you are going to make such a fuss about it." I wonder just what kind of grown persons those children will be.

We have two boys, one in school and one pre-school age. Money has been a scarce article with us the past two years, but I've tried to make home a happy place. In the evening there are always stories to tell or read, and games to play. I've helped our older boy with his school work till his grades are quite good.

"Read a story, Mamma," our four-year-old often says in the evening, and I recite something I learned in school days.

"Your turn, Daddy," he says when I finish, and Daddy recalls something from boyhood days.

"It's your turn, Buddy," he says next. And brother always has something to add to our bedtime program.

"Now it's my turn, Four-year-old, and it's surprising how many rhymes and bits of songs he can repeat.

Then there is the Book of Bible Stories we bought several years ago when times were better. How much good we are getting from it now! Brother is learning Bible history and has his favorite stories which he likes to have read over and over.

In spite of hard times, I'm trying to add a few new things to our home, pictures, some new drapes, and little touches that count. I think children like an attractive home and can be taught to care for home furnishings.

There are so many things on the farm to enjoy--things that can't be bought. We love to watch "the sun go to bed," to watch the clouds and the new-fallen snow. There are squirrels in the cedars and birds looking for crumbs. It seems to me we can be happy while waiting for prosperity.--Homemaker

Thursday, April 3, 2014

FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES; March 1939 & December 1931; Iowa

Dear Editor:

Although I have only two little girls, sewing, cooking, and cleaning and occasional outings keep me busy. After a particularly busy day I made the not-too-affectionate remark that they were "always under foot." Immediately the little one remarked, "Mommy, is we too many?" Too many? No baby of mine will ever feel again that she is anything but a precious little person.--Ashamed

Dear Editor:

Our little six-year-old had been getting perfect spelling lessons for some time. One day his paper was marked "Good+." This grade was nothing to worry about, but we questioned him as to his lower grade.

"It must be the depression, Mother," he said. "It does so many funny things."--Mrs. R.L.W.