“When the first snow arrives, I really give myself up to winter. The air comes cold and sharp and there is a quickening in the blood, a feeling that the seasons are rolling around quite the way they should, and all is well.” ~ Gladys Taber
Good morning, dear friends. I hope this finds you well and that you are enjoying the beginning of this beautiful month.
Do you enjoy old books? Of course, you know I do. One of my favorite antique haunts had not only lovely antiques but also a grand assortment of various and unique gems, which included a room full of old books. Such a fine place it was. Often, I would spend an entire afternoon in this delightful shop. One could easily spend such an amount of time just pouring over the collection of books, and I always came home with a jewel or two. One of my treasured jewels is one I want to share with you, “The Book of Stillmeadow,” by Gladys Taber.
The book, originally published in 1948, is about life in the country and living in a Connecticut farmhouse. Taber wrote the book in months, and it included a delightful writing at the beginning of each month which she referred to as a song. So, without further chatter, I will let you enjoy Ms. Taber’s thoughts about December. As you read, keep in mind the year her book was written. This book is always by my chair.
The following words are an excerpt from “The Book of Stillmeadow”, by Gladys Taber.
“Christmas is almost upon us before we get over Thanksgiving. Many simple folk like me are thinking long thoughts this Christmas as we wrap the packages. We are still waiting for peace. We are insecure, when we have won the war, Civil conflicts exist everywhere, people are still starving, Labor and Management are embroiled in half the world. Nations still argue unsolved issues. Race prejudice snakes along every hidden byway.
This must not be. The aggressive instincts have run the world into destruction, culminating in the desperate promise of the atomic bomb that man shall perish from the earth, and the earth from the cosmos.
What is the answer for us? The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts. And this cannot be accomplished by any great legislation. It will be the sum of the little people’s feelings. Good will toward men, that is the answer. . .Somehow, by some divine light we have got to see ourselves as people, one and all. Our children learn from us. This is a solemn and terrible responsibility. They learn from what we say and from what we do not say.
But I believe on this Christmas, this very special and holy Christmas, that we must have a faith in all the human beings of tomorrow, that we must look at life somehow steadily and whole, and not destroy ourselves and our childrens’ children with hate. I do not believe the men we have lost have died in vain; I shall never believe it. If humanity was destined to be pulverized by atomic energy, there would never have been a Jesus, born so long ago in that darkling stable.
As we celebrate this year, we must resolve to keep our lives free from racial intolerance, from bigotry and hate. We must do everything we can to defeat cruelty in our own country. And surely Christmas is a time to rededicate ourselves to the good, the true, the beautiful.”
Dear friends, I hope you have enjoyed your visit and the words of Gladys Taber. To me, it is amazing how relevant her words, published in 1948, remain today. Perhaps, one day we will see peace. Truly, it is the hope of the world.
Know, I wish you and yours a beautiful day.
And. . .
May you hear the angels sing as you walk your path.
“In a world of change and confusion we need Christmas more than ever.” ~ Gladys Taber