ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Merry Christmas Eve Eve!
It’s inconceivable to me how quickly this year has flown. I hope Santa is better prepared than I…
I’ve been writing these Sunday Letters for a year now. I’ve missed two Sundays, I think. And a couple of letters were postcard short (like this one).
Today’s letter will be the last for 2018. Thanks for making my Sunday Letters a part of your week.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter readers,
Are you kidding me? September is half over and I’ve done nothing. Well, I finished painting our little cottage. I worked on my next article for Front Porch Magazine. (Thank you Arkansas Farm Bureau for allowing me to write my regular Delta Child column.) I pulled weeds and planted some lettuce and vacuumed the downstairs.
Yesterday, I watched football. Looks like I’m gonna need a new fall sport. And that’s all I have to say about that.Continue Reading
The last time I was home on the farm, I found this black and white photo of my mother. On the back she had written made brown dog in Home Ec. junior high 1954. Ahhh, the magic of Home Ec.
See the brown dog on the shelf behind her bed?
Then I noticed the brown dog in the guest bedroom (the room my sister and I once shared). I don’t remember ever having seen it before.
The Bat Cave contains many treasures.
Sweet!
This reminded me of my own Home Ec class in the 1970s. At the time, I thought it was pointless and even tried to take shop class with the boys, but Momma and Daddy wouldn’t hear of it. Home Ec turned out to be one of the most enjoyable classes at Keiser Junior High. During that one hour a day, we learned a bit about cooking and sewing and a lot about ourselves. In a room full of girls without the distraction of cute boys, the hour felt safe and easy. Our young teacher was approachable. There was nothing we couldn’t ask; no topic off limit.
I never learned to sew, nothing more than a straight seam anyway, but I still remember the special time we spent together in the Home Ec kitchen and classroom.
Home Ec is now considered passé. Like cursive writing and hot cafeteria food and the Pledge of Allegiance, so many things have disappeared in favor of progress or technology or political correctness. Gradually. No big deal. Until it makes a big difference in our society.
I say bring back Home Ec.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Musical Pairing:
Tim McGraw – Back When
