The coastland times. [volume] (Mnateo [i.e. Manteo], N.C.) 1947-1959, 1955-10-07
THE HIGHER
THE FEWER
There's Always Plenty of Room
At The Top
By
NANCY ]. MIDGETT

Thank goodness! Once more we
can take little more time to raise
our heads, unkink our backs, and
rein in our minds and bodies to
at least a jog-trot, Speaking for
myself anyway, most of the sum-
taer l have to keep my mind stir
fed up to produce and to think on
Che next four jobs ahead to be done
and there always seems to be
plenty to be done. I'm sure that
9ost other people in this vacation
atea feel much the same way and
\ know that many, many, more
have far more to do than l, and
things that really must be done
on time too.
Fall really does give US a
Hreather,-not so much this year
Cor many people though; the folks
who fell foul of the hurricane and
tides will have much heartbreaking
work to do and for many months
TO come before things seem to be
III the smooth again,-and maybe
L should hush my mouth, touch
wood or what have you until
October is out, for l suppose there
is time for more of the same stuf
yet.
MY sister tells me that the cool
weather is starting in earnest over
in England. l often used to take
at least a week of my summer
vacation about the beginning of
September for we had the lovely,
golden days then, war menough to
golden day then, warm enough to
enjoy the beach usually till mid
afternoon, then sometimes there
would be a touch of frost at night
which made US, me anyway, quite
Happy to put on dress or skirt,
sweater and hose and set forth to
enjoy the evenings entertainment
nth a Jingle in the blood.
With the days, months and years
flying so fast as we grow older,
it is hard to take ones mind off
the rush and hurry of the daily
round, off things that seem so i'm
portant and in the "must be done"
category although, come our time
20 move on, we leave them willy,
uilly,-done or undone. Things
worldly can get hold of a person,
SO that leisure and the contempla-
Eon of nature becomes almost
treasure above rubies. When we
were having our gym classes at
school our instructor used to make
us take relaxing breaks,-two
minutes spent lying flat on our
backs on the floor with all our
limbs and muscles as limp as we
could make them and if possible
with our eyes closed. remember
we really had to work at the re
laxing part; it wasn't as easy as
it sounds by any means, but it
surely did us a power of good. We
miss so much good, think, both
visual and in the world of thought
by always being in hurry. Of
course like everything else in Ma
ture, balance is the greatest thing
to achieve. Too much relaxing and
thinking can be as harmful as too
little; but in just little how much
pleasure we can find to brighten
the day.
TWhat is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and
stare.
NO time to stand beneath the
!, boughs,
And stare as long as sheep or
cows.
No time to see, when woods we
pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts
in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies
at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they
-: can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
{, Enrich that smile her eyes
began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and
stare"
Now I have one bone to pick