Radio and television mirror (July-Dec 1948)

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The letters that follow have earned this month's ten-dollar checks: SINGLE BLESSEDNESS Dear Papa David: So many single women face the future with secret fears of missing all happiness without marriage. I am a spinster past 50 years of age, and I know life can be beautiful and richly satisfying — regardless of single blessedness. I learned it from a maiden aunt who taught school twenty years before she married at thirty-eight. During the formative years of my girlhood, she had more time, money and fun than anyone I knew. She loved children and always had nephews and nieces in her home; she played with them and took them on trips. There was never the slightest stigma attached to the term "old maid" in our family. And so I have never felt apologetic for being an "old maid" or resented being called one. I have missed marriage but I have not missed happiness. One by one I acquired three motherless children, whom I have reared and educated, and I know they are as dear to me as if they were my own flesh and blood. I now have five "grandchildren" and no blood grandmother has more satisfaction in her children's children than I have in the little ones who call me "aunt" just as their fathers did. It is love, devotion, self-sacrifice and hard work which fashion family bonds, and while I am single, I am not "a lone woman." It was not always easy to hold a job and to make a home for children. Many of my friends were not sympathetic, saying my sacrifices would not be appreciated— that I should provide for my own future. I honestly think I have as much financial security today as I would have had if I had used all of my earnings for myself. Trying to make life beautiful — for others — I have found is a guaranteed way of making it beautiful for myself. No one needs to be deterred because of lack of money. Sympathy, understanding and a willingness to help are far scarcer to find than money. I am thankful I learned from my maiden aunt not to carry the handicap that so many single women do — feeling sorry for themselves. For happiness is not dependent on marriage or any other circumstance — it is something each must create for himself. M. M. LET BEAUTY SOAK IN! Dear Papa David: I suppose that I was about seven years old that spring morning when Grandmother Ellen was cleaning house. The tacked-down carpets had been taken up and hung over the line for their annual beating; the rising-sun and prairie-rose quilts, the fat featherbeds and pillows were hung in the shade to air. Grandmother stepped heavily from the kitchen looked reproachfully at Grandfather who had dropped down in the barrel-stave hammock and was breathing deeply of the May morning fragrance — the smell of spring — all mixed up with fresh ploughed loam, burning brush, and bursting appleblossoms. Grandfather smiled apologetically. "Dirt will keep, Ellen, but appleblossoms last such a little while. I like to take time to let them soak in." Grandfather's philosophy, take time for loveliness while lit lasts, has been made into a slogan that has been handed down through three generations of his descendants. I have a clump of iris blooming at my backdoor. Not fancy-named bulbs; just the old-fashioned purple that will grow anywhere for anybody. Every time I carry out waste-baskets or garbage I look at the silky royal blooms, then up at the sky with a swift "Thank You, God." That humble clump of common iris is my prayer-rug and my spirit is lifted, even as the soul of the psalmist was lifted when he said: "Let the beauty of the Lord, our God, be upon us." E. B. M. .State RADIO MIRROR OFFERS $50 EACH MONTH FOR YOUR LETTERS Somewhere in everyone's life is hidden a key to happiness. It may be a half-forgotten friend, a period of suffering, an unimportant incident, which suddenly illuminated the whole meaning of life. If you are treasuring such a memory, won't you write to Papa David about it? For the letter he considers best each month, Radio Mirror will pay fifty dollars; for each of the others that we have room enough to print, ten dollars. No letters can be returned. Address your Life Can Be Beautiful letter to Papa David, Radio Mirror Magazine, 205 East 42 Street, New York 17, New York.