Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-11-24
IT, PROGRESSIVE FARMER AND THE MODERN HOUSEWIFE
OUR HOUSEHOLD
| CONDUCTED BY LIZZIE O THOMAS

Sing a song of thanks, of giving
and of praise;
Such a song will cheer us through
the coming days.
Thanks for toll that sweetens
sleep,
Thanks for loved ones near;
Thanks for homes our toll can
keep
Free from doubt and fear;
Thanks for little, happy things
Of friendship and Of cheer!
Sing a song of giving, for if we d
not share
Of our good with other, life is bleak
and bare!
Gifts, from riches of our own,
For needy one;
Gifts Of love to one alone,
Gifts of joy and fun;
Gifts of little, friendly words,
Deeds with pleasure done!
Sing a song of praise for friend
ships old ana new,
For happy homes and happy hearts
and love forever true.
Praise to Him who long ago
Stilled our human fears;
Whose presence we may ever
know
When gray sorrow nears-
Praise for life and love that grow
SWeeter- wifi? the VearSi
ARTHUR WALLACE PEACH.
Thanksgiving should be a daily
habit with us, and the day set apart
by our government should be one Of
the days planned for just as Christ
mas day is celebrated. Armistice
day is really a national memorial
last Thursday in November is the
day, and a patriotic duty, but the
day to lay our gifts on Gods altar
and praise Him for His goodness
and mercies.
I know that there are mothers so
busy that they cannot take much
extra time to fix a feast out Of
nothing, but the greatest gift you
can bestow on your children, after
an education, is to impress pleasant
VI 1IO11l6 dllu It's IdDp01t
ings.
know family that were as poor
as people ever get to be, and not
get hungry. The father was para
lyzed and they did not have a roof
over their heads. When the blow
fell, the mother got work and rented
half of her house to family she
knew would fit into her plans. Three
children were in school, two little
fellows at home with the paralyzed
father, and that other mother and
her little ones. Six years the strug-
gle went on, and not once was there
a Thanksgiving day without some
extra arrangement for the evening
meal. That mother always reminded
them of something that they especi-
ally liked that God had always done
for them. She was always merry
and hopeful. Old clothes were made
over and some jolly thought was
given the children that had to wear
the undesired garment.
This family dated before the ia
nous Pollyanna craze, and was an
inspiration to all who knew them.
There were more fortunate children
around them, their playmates, who
actually were more careful with
their clothes, so that Annie or Sarah
could wear them when the little
owners outgrew them. No false pride
just a privilege to share with loved
This has been most unusual year.
From January up to this day of
grace there has been a condition I'M
like any ordinary season. But
through it all there could have been
worse conditions. The years Of plen-
ty were cut short so suddenly that
even the provident/ bees found their
stores insufficiently supplied and
many less thrifty were entirely with
out. But in counting DER life's
smiles and tears not one in a hun
bred can say that the only draught
was from sorrows cup.
MY heart is often stirred by the
memory Of my own happy childhood.
There were dark days, they come In
every home, but not once do I re-
member hearing my mother COM
plain. We took what life gave us,
and remembered that there was
nothing to fear as long as we re-
membered that the Lord was our
shepherd and that goodness and
mercy would follow us and divine
Providence lead us at all times II
we trusted in God and lived right.
Get the central thought in Arthur
Wallace Peach's poem that 1 give
you:
"sing a song Of thanks, OF giving
and Of praise,
Such song will cheer us through
the coming days.
Sing a song of giving, for If we do
not share
Of our good with others. life Is
bleak and bare!'
And in the words Of our Blessed