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...
running wind-blowing voice
Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.
dream time being-alone
We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.
hate home fishing
The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.
jobs fun lying
But housekeeping is fun. It is one job where you enjoy the results right along as you work. You may work all day washing and ironing, but at night you have the delicious feeling of sunny clean sheets and airy pillows to lie on. If you clean, you sit down at nightfall with the house shining and faintly smelling of wax, all yours to enjoy right then and there. And if you cook—that creation you lift from the oven goes right to the table.
spiritual hurt sorry
Well, any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I'm sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.
records way towns
history records the large events or the general condition of society, but only an individual can put down the way of life in a small town ...
selfish destiny thinking
I resolve to be more patient, less selfish, cherish my friends, and in my small way help whoever needs help. I cannot conceivably influence the world's destiny, but I can make my own life more worthwhile. I can give some help to some people; that is not vital to all the world's problems and yet, I think if everyone did just that, we might see quite a world in our time!
land recipes world
My own recipe for world peace is a bit of land for everyone.
summer memories color
Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.
friendship discovery personality
Perhaps what makes friendship and love exciting is the continuing discovery of another personality.
valentine thinking should-have
Whoever decided that comic valentines were a good idea should have been sent away to think it over.
dream june tangible
June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.
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.