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Show ,. A. -- -- what; a lousy day I'veT had," I said. The grocer put the sacks in the back seat. k ; "I remember I used to say that, too." He wiped the sweat off his face. His eyes misted. "That was before I lost my wife. Little things used to drive me crazy. And complain? Boy, I did my share. But now I understand ; those were only the little things. "You can push 'em away with your toe." He leaned over and scuffed his - 'I w as vu shoe, through the dirt. J- "Push em away with your toe. They don't matter: Not now." The woman carrying the baby came out the door of the store. She was smiling. This is the first time all day . she . hasn't . cried.1. she said. " guess she just wanted to come to the store." ujcho cnvgrao... one-arm- iMeel(Ihair,a Bike, and Three Men in the Bain On a rainy afternoon, I observed one of the kindest, -- most I stumbled over a chair and gave up. I sat down and - decided I time for in the early years, nor the capacity for appreciating. making very slow progress in his wheel chair. A young man behind him got off his bicycle and, without saying a word, pushed the wheel chair with one hand and his bike with the other. Along ' came a third chap and took over might as wpirrpat!enilyfor . the lights to go on again. As I sat there, I thought how seldom it is we plan a few quiet minutes for There are so many demands on us in our daily lives that in our free hours we turn to outside sources, television, radio, the movies for entertainment We all need a few . minutes of quiet at the end of each day to collect our thoughts, to reflect on work well accomplished, and to try to correct our faults. You might call . it tuning in ChanneLYOU. I tried it that night and I've done it ever since. I've found it a relaxing and rewarding Mrs. finish to a busy day. J. M., Santa Barbara, Calif. rlseTimeoTatheringTiper- unassuinina.Xhav ' pushing the bike.- Thus the three ' young men movectalong at a fairly good speed despite the rain. The spontaneous sincerity of this scene made me proud to be an American where kindness and consideration are part of the nation's moral fiber. Mr. R. G. Cohn, Springfield, III - . . Therewas no doubt in my mind when I was young that I would set the" world on fire, But that was some years and three children ago. The speed with which my life charted an entirely different course left me slightly dazed. And my matches most certainly must have been wet, for I couldn't even start a good fire in. the .kitchen stove, Jet alone a world conflagration. When I see my. friends and neighbors go by who have no .: ': self-inspecti- children, I envy them their casual air and leisure moments. And when I crawl Into bed at the end of each weary day my prayer goes something like this: - "God, my hours have been full, as is my. house and my heart There are those whose homes are empty of small feet, and whose hearts must be empty, too. It is for them I pray. , Forgive 'me if I "Complainr If my house seems small, it is because I have the whole world in" it" ifrt. Mary , -- A Mosttat to Talak The other evening while i was watching television, the power went off in the neighborhood I knew I had some candles somewhere in the kitchen, but as I went to get them I found myself: groping my way through the' room I thought I knew so well T dp '"esting hobbies . the grownups. Ruggedest of . all Winter, sports it tobogganing, which provides as the plenty of thrills and spills four pretty girls on our cover can testify. (Photo by Hy Peslin from FPG.) Addrett all communtotiont about editorial fetuf to Family .Weekly, 17? N. Michigan Ave., Chicago I, 111. Send all advertising com mufticetiont to Family.Weekly, 17 E. 45th St, New York 17, N. Y.Contenh Copyright l?S4. by Family Weekly Magazine, Inc., 179 N. Mich Igan Ave, Chicago I, III. AU rights reserved.. Tiara to mbject of general interest toe print your letter, you toill receive $10. Letter must be tigned, but names oUl be withheld on We reserve the right to edit contribution. Addrett Letters Ed- - Live " tf re-qv- ert vei cultural pursuits all the luxur- "itor, Family Weekly, 1 79 N. Mien-- " ies of living that there was never igan Avenue, Chicago, 1, Illinois. "I 7t Nertk Mldilgaa jWn CMcage I, test We Pay $10 for Year Utters We welcome your views on any Fifty is a'glorious age! Our children are grown and rearing grandchildren for us to, love and , enjoy. We have time for inter- - m snow mean snowball fights for th kids and a whoU parada of Winter games for . - i RAN WITH A TEEN GANG" by Kitty Henson.: 4 III. Leonard SDavjdow, publisher Walter C. Dreyfus, Auociete Publiihr ten Kertmen, Editorial director Melanie De Proft, Food Editor MEALTIME CONTINENTAL 7 (Recipe.) tw THE SOFT TOUCH IN tfRING WHO SAID "MAN fROrOSIS"? COATS by Allyn Rice. .v. W by Lila Lennon . . .II 1 rv 7 William A. Fetter, Art Director JUNIOR TREASURE CHEST edited by Marjorie larrowt 12 SCRUI IUCKETS CAN IE IEAUTIFUL IJ THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME by Paul Steiner 14 Auociete Editors: lobert Fitzgibbon Frank Robinton Jerry RegTne ' Jack Gruii Ryan Klein, New York 4 HOW DO YOU FARE AS A FRIEND 7 by Charles and Komaiko ' J. . 1 Jl She held the baby carefully in the curve of her good arm. The stump of the other was hidden in a string-tie- d sleeve. The grocer and I smiled at the sleeping baby. Her mother surveyed her tenderly. Tm afraid she's simply spoiled. We have three boys and she's the.; " first girl. I used to be so proud ' of my ironing. Spent a whole day 5i on it Now there's no time for things' like that.' My, it certainly does pile up. I guess I'd better get home and do some while she's sleeping. The grocer turned to watch her walk away. He shook his head. "She hasn't been without that arm very long, I guess. I don't know how she does it, But .you... I learn to get along, no matter what if happens." He stuck his head back in the car window. fi. "Excuse me," he said. "I guess I got to talking. What were you ft' going to tell me about your day?" -- I I Jean v .v 1 r ar- . V 'J . Dequimpcul, WettviUe, III for the northern Wintrtim it fun-t!half of th nation. The drifts of on. fruits, for garnering life's rewards. The sacrificing toil is over and now our work becomes play. We attend the operas we have missed; we read the books that have gathered dust; we enter contests, solve , puzzles, and attend the audience participation shows, hoping to win a trip to some exotic land of our youthful dreams. And when we don't win, we don't mind. We live in the present rather than in the . future; and that, after all, is the best time to live at ny age. - Especially 50! Mrt . Edith Wortman, Albany, Ga. ed IS 8 . |