The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1909-06-09
MEMORY CALL TO MOTHERS
Caught Up in the Whirf of Life
Housewives Can No Longer BE
Lazy and Care Free.

DO you remember, oh, don't lets say
how many years ago, the unique Joy
brought you by the last day of school =?
There was the excitement of being put
into your best white dress stiffly
starched and tied about the middle
with Roman sash which was the
pride of your existence, the excitement
of the exercises" when perhaps you
spoke a piece, the pride of achieve
ment which made you feel SNUG and
happy when the teacher bestowed on
you the card which certified that you
were promoted. But your real hap
piness was quite apart from any of
these things. 1t lay in the fact that
tomorrow morning you would not have
to get up and go to school, nor the
next morning, nor the morning after
not until next September which was
a century away.
,, Break Through Routine.
In all probability you determined
that you wouldn't even get up to
| breakfast. 1t was not that you had
any particular objection to getting up
in the morning; indeed, good,
healthy appetite rather recommended
it, but you felt in some way that you
must break through the routine which
held you, must celebrate. If your
mother was more than normally indul-
gent-sympathetic, you would call it
she brought you your breakfast in
bed. If she was just an every day
sort of mother, she kept it warm for
you until you crawled down stairs
| about 10 o'clock.
Perhaps you had been away at
boarding school or college, subssting
| on the boarding house fare which was
not really so bad. but which it was
part of scholastic etiquette to revile,
and travelling by night would bring
you home in time for breakfast in the
morning. You ordered that breakfast,
| didn't you five hundred miles off ?
You thought of all your favorite
breakfast dishes. all the delicious
"home" things never found on the
| dormitory bill of fare
Independent of Duties.
For days you felt that you should
be Independent of all duties. You
had been working so hard" for nine
months. If your mother asked you
to dust the piano, you felt it a dis
tinct injustice. All the joyful things
which were to be crowded into vaca-
be read, all the fun, the picnics, the
parties!
Time went, you didn't know where
You didn't accomplish much, you
didn't know why. But you had had
weeks of freedom from responsibility
a let-down which had put nerves and
muscles into good working order
again. You wouldn't admit it for the
world, but you weren't half sorry
when school opened again.
Housewife and mother, where are
! the vacations of younger years? When
/ can you unbuckle the harness, dislodge
with a careless shake of the shoulders
the burden of responsibilities, be sell
| fishly and contentedly lazy? Never
any more. You get vacations, to be
sure; you travel, go to the mountains
or to the beach for a few weeks. but
it is no more the blissful, happy time
of your girlhood, than your face in
the mirror today reflects the self
| curves and color of sixteen. 1t is
partly your own fault, too. You have
so long been important and necessary
to the unit of your family, that the
carefree state of mind necessary to
perfect enjoyment, is out of your
reach. You worry about this and that
With sort of loving conceit, you be-
| lieve that your family cannot get
along without you even for few
short weeks. So it is that your real
vacations are all in retrospect
But your daughter knows how TO
enjoy them in the old young way. II
is her turn now. When she decides
not to get up for breakfast the day
after school closes, not to do a thing