all human relationships, none are more vital and enduring than those of
home and family. Love and marriage, the joys of parenthood and family
ties, are the basis of all that is best in life-the supreme happiness.
home is the empire!” said Cicero, two thousand years ago. “There is no
peace more delightful than one’s own fireplace.” “He is happiest who
finds peace in his own home,” wrote Goethe centuries later.
happy home… A peaceful home… “The greatest of all arts is the art of
living together!” said William Lyon Phelps in his famous essay on
“Marriage.” In the intimate relationships of life, as in all human
relationships, the Golden Rule is the basic principle. “If you wish to
be loved, be lovable,” says Benjamin Franklin. The only way you can ever
hope to be loved, says Dale Carnegie, is to stop asking for it and start
giving it; you get love only when you give it to others.
be happy at home is the ultimate result of all ambition.
the one man loves the one woman and the one woman loves the one man,
the very angels leave heaven and come and sit in that house and sing
- Talk never of
wasted affection, affection never was wasted,
If it enrich not
the heart of another, its waters, returning
Back to their
springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment;
That which the
fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
persons who love each other are in a place more holy than the interior
was a wise man who said that it is important not to pick the right
mate but to be the right mate. And contrary to many popular
love stories, it is not during the first year of bliss that most
dangers crop up. Marriages do not, like dropped chinaware, smash as a
result of that first quarrel which the newly married hope is
unthinkable. Marriage is a rooted thing, a growing and flowering thing
that must be tended faithfully.
highest happiness on earth is in marriage. Every man who is happily
married is a successful man even if he has failed in everything.
the end only two things really matter to a man. …The affection and
understanding of his family.
- Lord, behold our
family here assembled. We thank Thee for this place in which we dwell;
for the love that unites us; for the peace accorded us this day; for
the hope with which we except the morrow; for the health, the work,
the food, and the bright skies that make our lives delightful; for our
friends in all parts of the earth, and our friendly helpers in this
foreign isle. …
Give us courage,
gaiety, and the quit mind. Spare to us our friends, soften to us our
enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavors. If it
may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that
we be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath, and
in all changes of fortune and down to the gates of death, loyal and
loving one another. Amen.
family is the nucleus of civilization.
ideal, which the wife and mother makes for herself, the manner in
which she understands duty and life, contain the fate of the
community. Her faith becomes the star of the conjugal ship, and her
love the animating principle that fashions the future of all belonging
to her. Woman is the salvation or destruction of the family. She
carries its destinies in the folds of her mantle.
is where the heart is.
grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers’
is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds his peace in his home.
- The happiest
holidays are those people “go home” for. Going home may mean
youngsters returning from school or job, sometimes bringing their own
younger youngsters with them. It may mean going to
“Grandma-and-Grandpa’s.” Home is where father and mother are, or
where one of them was brought up. Home is a dreamland in which every
effort is made to spoil children. Home is the fond memory held by
parents of the days when they themselves were very young. Home is
where the year’s troubles and anxieties are forgotten. Home is where
no unkind word is spoken, and where the good smells from the kitchen
tell of deep affection. Home binds together the relatives by blood and
the relatives by marriage and turns them into that most beautiful of
human institutions-the family.
If trains are late
or crowded, if plains can’t get off, if Mother is worn out with
packing and Father weary after his pre-holiday hours in the office, if
many little things go wrong, who cares? When one is going home a bit
of hardship on the way makes the arrival a greater joy. The tree is
lighted and waiting. The old folks are at the door, their faces
beaming with pure welcome. The day’s mirth does not hide its
tenderness. The laughter comes closer that that of other days to the
laughter of angels; the joke is on those who maintain that it does not
come natural to human beings to love one another.
Many who are elderly
today remember such holidays from long ago, when jingling
sleight-bells were more familiar than automobile horns. Many who are
now children will remember this day long years from now. The
mechanisms of living change, the world changes, but the sweetness of
family reunions, the bliss of “going home”-this abides.
York Times, December 25, 1948