Gladys Taber
Gladys Taber
Gladys Bagg Taber, author of 59 books, including the Stillmeadow books, and columnist for Ladies' Home Journal and Family Circle, was born in Colorado Springs on April 12, 1899, and spent most of her early years moving because of her father's work as a mining engineer. She lived in New Mexico, California, Illinois and Wisconsin, and spent time on her grandfather's farm in Massachusetts. Later, she received a bachelor's degree from Wellesley in 1920 and an M.A. from Lawrence College...
discovery perception life-is
Life is a process of discovery, of new perceptions.
morning attitude hatred
My general attitude toward life when I first get up is of deep suspicion, verging on hatred. ... I am simply basted together until after breakfast.
long life-is window
As long as you have a window, life is exciting.
father taxpayers taxes
Father was the most unreconciled taxpayer I ever knew.
peace fighting population
What would happen if all the populations on the planet simply refused to fight human beings they did not even know?
heart fire house
A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.
summer spring father
When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.
christmas xmas mean
Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.
christmas fire kindling
Christmas is a kindling of new fires.
time garden kind
There is a kind of immortality in every garden.
home bird sparrows
I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.
home night light
Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I came back in time to light the candles and set the table for supper.
moving hero men
There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.
christmas xmas healing
Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.