Nobility in Motherhood

The Hand That Rocks the Cradle is The Hand that Rules the World

by William Ross Wallace

Blessings on the hand of women!

Angels guard its strength and grace,

In the palace, cottage, hovel,

Oh, no matter where the place;

Would that never storms assailed it,

Rainbows ever gently curled;

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy's the tender fountain,

Power may with beauty flow,

Mother's first to guide the streamlets,

From them souls unresting grow--

Grow on for the good or evil,

Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission

Here upon our natal sod!

Keep, oh, keep the young heart open

Always to the breath of God!

All true trophies of the ages

Are from mother-love impearled;

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!

Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,

And the sacred song is mingled

With the worship in the sky--

Mingles where no tempest darkens,

Rainbows evermore are hurled;

For the hand that rocks the cradle

Is the hand that rules the world.

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No-Rise Basic Dough

This recipe was originally for Soft Pretzels, but I use it for quick and easy fried scones (Indian Fry Bread), or wrap it around hot dogs (Piggies-in-Blankets) and bake for my children's lunch.

• 1 envelope (1 Tablespoon) dry yeast
• 1 1/2 cup lukewarm water
• 1 1/2 teaspoon sugar
• 3/4 Tablespoon salt
• Approximately 4 cups flour (I use whole wheat)

Soften yeast in water. Add sugar and salt; stir to make certain all are dissolved. Slowly add in flour, kneading until a soft, smooth dough is formed. Do NOT let rise.

For Indian Fry Bread, flatten out a ball of dough by hand, forcing out the air pockets, and deep fry in hot oil. (If the air pockets are not flattened, they poof up like Mexican Sopapillas, which are yummy served with butter and honey or powdered sugar.)

For Piggies-in-Blankets, flatten a ball of dough, and wrap it around a hot dog. Bake on a greased cookie sheet at 400 degrees for 15 minutes, or until light brown. Covers 16 hot dogs.

For Soft Pretzels, cut dough into 16 pieces. Roll each into pencil-thin ropes. Twist into pretzel shape. Cover a cookie sheet with aluminum foil and lightly dust with flour. Put pretzels on the cookie sheet and brush each with beaten egg and sprinkle with coarse salt. (1 beaten egg for all pretzels)

Bake at 400 degrees for 15 minutes, or until light brown. Yields 16 pretzels.

Five Cup Salad

This recipe has been handed down to me from my Grandmother. We enjoy this salad at every family gathering!

1 cup small marshmallows
1 cup pineapple chunks, drained
1 cup Mandarin oranges, drained
1 cup shredded coconut
1 cup sour cream

Mix all ingredients together until well incorporated, and refrigerate overnight.
(Optional additions include: 1 cup chopped nuts, 1 cup dates, 1 cup dates, or 1 cup of apples)

Spinach Salad by Toni Hunt

I got this yummy salad recipe from a friend in my former church congregation in another state.

Poppyseed Dressing

• 3/4 Tablespoon poppy seeds
• 1/3 cup white vinegar
• 3/4 cup oil
• 1/3 cup sugar
• 1/4 cup finely chopped onion
• 3/4 teaspoon salt2 Tablespoon prepared mustard

The night before serving the Spinach salad, mix all ingredients well. *NOTE: Honey can be substituted for the sugar.

Spinach Salad

• 1/2 head romaine lettuce
• 1/2 head fresh spinach
• 3/4 pound mushrooms, sliced
• 3/4 pound grated Swiss cheese
• 1 red onion, sliced
• 1 pound bacon, cooked and crumbled
• 1 can Mandarin oranges
• 1/2 cup sliced almonds
• 3 Tablespoons sugar

Tear the lettuce and toss the first five ingredients together. Cook sugar and almonds together in a small pan until carmelized, stirring often to keep the sugar from burning. Arrange oranges, almonds, and bacon on top of the greens. Serve with the Poppyseed Dressing.

Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Muffins

I did promise to share my Peanut Butter Muffin recipe, so here it is!

Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Muffins

• 1/2 cup brown sugar
• 1/2 cup white sugar
• 2 cups flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1 egg, beaten
• 1 teaspoon vanilla
• 1 cup milk
• 1/2 cup peanut butter
• 1 cup chocolate chips (miniature work best)

Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Mix the dry ingredients together, until evenly incorporated. Set aside. Cream the egg, vanilla, milk, and peanut butter together until smooth. Add the dry ingredients to the wet, and stir only until mixed. Fold in chocolate chips, if desired. Bake in greased muffin tins (or cupcake papers) for 15-20 minutes.

When Queens Ride By

I've read bits of this story before, but I've never come across the entire version, complete with the source until this morning. I'm thrilled to now share it here!

When Queens Ride By

John and Jennie Musgrave had eager plans when they married and took over the old farm. But their great faith dwindled as the first years passed. John worked later and later in the evenings. Jennie took more and more of the heavy tasks upon her own shoulders and had no time for the home and children. They were no further on and life had degenerated into a straining, hopeless struggle. One hot afternoon, Jennie was loading baskets of tomatoes to take to town when the children came running to tell her there was a dressed-up lady at the kitchen door. Wearily she followed the children back and saw a woman in a gray tweed coat that seemed somehow to be a part of her straight, slim body. A small gray hat with a rose quill was drawn low over her brownish hair. She was not young, but she was beautiful! An aura of eager youth clung to her, a clean and exquisite freshness. The stranger in turn saw a young woman, haggard and weary. Her eyes looked hard and hunted. Her calico dress was shapeless and begrimed from her work.

Stranger (sailing): “How do you do? We parked our car in the shade of your lane to have lunch and rest awhile. And I walked on up to buy a few apples, if you have them.”

Jennie (grudgingly): “Won't you go in and sit down? I'll go and pick the apples.”

Stranger: “May I go with you? I'd love to help pick them.”

Jennie: “Why, I s'pose so. If you can get out here through the dirt.”

She led the way along the unkempt path toward the orchard. She had never been so acutely conscious of the disorder about her. She reached the orchard and began to drag a long ladder from the fence to the apple tree.

Stranger (crying out): “Oh, but you can't do that! It's too heavy. Please let me pick a few from the ground.”

Jennie: “Heavy? This ladder! I wish I didn't ever lift anything heavier than this. After hoistin' bushel baskets of tomatoes onto a wagon, this feels light to me.”

Stranger: “But — but, do you think you should? Do you think it's right ... Why, that's a man's work.”

Jennie (furiously): “Right! Who are you to be askin' me whether I'm right or not? A person like you don't know what work is!”

Stranger (soothingly): “I'm sorry I annoyed you by saying that. If you were to tell me all about it — because I'm a stranger — perhaps it would help. Why can't we sit down here and rest a minute?”

Jennie: “Rest? Me sit down to rest, an' the wagon loaded to go to town? It'll hurry me to get back before dark.”

Stranger: “Just take the time you would have spent picking the apples. I wish I could help you. Won't you tell me why you have to work so hard?”

Jennie (half sullenly): “There ain't much to tell only that we ain't getting' ahead. Henry Davis is talkin' about foreclosin' on us if we don't soon pay some principal. The time of the mortgage is out this year an' mebbe he won't renew it. And it ain't that I haven't done my part. I'm bare thirty, and I might be fifty. I'm so weather beaten. That's the way I've worked.”

Stranger: “And you think that has helped your husband?”

Jennie (sharply): “Helped him? Why wouldn't it help him?”

Stranger: “Men are such queer things, husbands especially. For instance, they want us to be economical, and yet they love to see us in pretty clothes. They need our work and yet they want us to keep our youth and beauty. And sometimes they don't know themselves which they really want most. So we have to choose. That's what makes it so hard. Just after we were married, my husband decided to have his own business so he started a very tiny one. I helped my husband in the store, but we would both be tired and discouraged after a hard day at the office and we didn't seem to be having any great success. The house got run down and dinner was always a hasty affair, and soon we both started complaining and bickering with each other. Finally, we decided that maybe I should stay at home and let him take care of his work at the office as best he could. And then I worked in my house to make it a clean, shining, happy place. My husband would come home dead tired and discouraged, ready to give up the whole thing. But after he had eaten and sat in our bright little living room, and I had told him all the funny things I could invent about my day, I could see the change in him. By bedtime, he had his courage back, and by morning he was all ready to go out and fight again. And at last he won.

(Jennie did not speak. She only regarded her guest with a half-resentful understanding.)

The stranger continued: “There was a queen once, who reigned in troubled days. And every time the country was on the brink of war and the people ready to fly into a panic, she would put on her showiest dress and take her court with her and go hunting. And when the people would see her riding by, they were sure all was well with the government. So she tided over many a danger. “And I've tried to be like her. Whenever a big crisis comes in my husband's business, or when he's discouraged, I put on my prettiest dress and get the best dinner I know how, or give a party! And somehow it seems to work. That's the woman's part, you know, to play the queen ...”

(A faint “honk, honk” came from the lane. The stranger started to her feet.)

“That's my husband. I must go. Please don't bother about the apples. I'll just take these few from under the tree.” (She took some coins from her purse) “And give these to the children.”

Jennie's thoughts were too confused for speech, but, as she watched the stranger's erect figure hurrying towards the lane, she remembered her words with the pain of anger.

Jennie: “Easy enough for her to set talkin' about queens! She never felt the work at her throat like a wolf. Talk about choosin'! I haven't got no choice. I just got to keep a goin', like I always have ...” She stopped suddenly and picked up a fairy-like hanky of white linen that the stranger had dropped. Its faint, delicious fragrance made her think wistfully of strange, sweet things. Of gardens in the early summer dusk; of wide, fair rooms with the moonlight shining in them; of pretty women in beautiful dresses dancing, and men admiring them. She, Jennie, had nothing of that. Everything about their lives, hers and John's, was coarsened, soiled somehow by the dragging, endless labor of the days. Suppose ... suppose ... suppose she were to try doing what the stranger had said, suppose she spent her time on the house and let the outside work go. . .

Jennie (with sudden resolution): “Mebbe I'm crazy, but I'm going to do it!”

Jennie brushed her hair, changed her shoes, and put on her one good dress. Then with something of the burning zeal of a fanatic, she attacked the confusion in the kitchen. By half-past four the room was clean. Now for supper! She decided upon fried ham and browned potatoes and apple sauce with hot biscuits, and pie. With a spirit of daring recklessness, she spread the one white table cloth on the table. The first pan of flaky brown mounds had been withdrawn from the oven when Henry Davis' car came up the lane. Cold fear struck Jeannie. He could be coming for only one thing. As she stood shaken, wondering how she could live through what the next hour would bring, she heard the words again, “There was a queen once ...”

Jennie (cordially): “Well, Howd' you do, Mr Davis! Come right in. I'm real glad to see you. Been quite a while since you was over.”

Mr. Davis (embarrassed): “Why, no, not now, I won't go in. I just stopped to see John on a little matter of business. I'll just ...

Jennie: “You'll just come right in. John will be in from milkin' in a few minutes an' you can talk while you eat, both of you. I've supper just ready.”

Mr. Davis: “Why, now I reckon I'd just speak to John, an' then be gettin' on.”

Jennie: “They'll see you at home when you get there. You never tasted my hot biscuits with butter an' quince honey or you wouldn't take so much coaxin!”

(Henry Davis came into the big, clean kitchen and sat down. His eyes took in every homey detail of the orderly room.)

Jennie: “And how are things goin' with you, Mr. Davis?”

Mr. Davis: “Oh, so so. How are they with you?”

Jennie: “Why, just fine, Mr. Davis! It's been hard sleddin', but I sort of think the worst is over. We'll be ‘round to pay that mortgage so fast come another year that you'll be be surprised.”

Mr. Davis: “Well, now that's fine. I always wanted to see John make a success of the old place, but a man has to sort of watch his investments ... Well, now, I'm glad things are pickin' up a little.”

Jennie felt as though a tight hand at her throat had relaxed. At the kitchen door John stopped, staring blankly at the scene before him ... at Jennie moving about the bright table, chatting happily with Henry Davis! At Mr. Davis himself, his sharp features softened by an air of great satisfaction. At the sixth plate on the white cloth — Mr. Davis was staying for supper! But the silent depths of John's nature served him well. He made no comment. He merely shook hands with Henry Davis and then washed his face in the sink. Jennie arranged the savory dishes, and they sat down to supper. Mr. Davis seemed to grow more and more genial and expansive as he ate. So did John. By the time the pie was set before them, they were laughing over a joke Mr. Davis had heard at Grange meeting. As they rose from the table, he brought the conversation awkwardly around to his errand.

Jennie (quickly): “I told him, John, that the worst's over now, and we're getting on fine! I told him we'd be swampin' him pretty soon with payments. Ain't that right, John?”

John's mind was not analytical. He had been host at a delicious supper with his ancient adversary, whose sharp face was marvelously softened. Jennie's eyes were shining with a new and amazing confidence. It was a natural moment for unreason[able] optimism.

John: “Why, that's right, Mr. Davis. I believe we can start clearin' this off now pretty soon. If you could just see your way to renew the terms ...”

It was done. The papers went back in Davis' pocket. They had bid him a cordial good-bye at the door. Jennie cleared off the table and began to wash the dishes. John was fumbling through the papers on a hanging shelf. He finally sat down with an old tablet and pencil.

John: “I believe I'll do a little figurin' since I've got time tonight. It just struck me if I used my head a little more, I'll get on faster.”

Jennie: “Well, now you might.” (She polished two big apples and placed them on a saucer beside him.)

John (pleased): “Now, that's what I like. Say, you look sort of pretty tonight.”

Jennie (smiling): “Go along with you.”

But a wave of color swept up in her sallow cheeks. John had looked more grateful over her setting those two apples beside him now than he had the day last fall when she had lifted all the potatoes by herself! Maybe even John had been needing something else more than he had needed the hard, back-breaking work she had been giving him. Jennie walked to the doorway and stood looking off through the darkness. A thin, haunting breath of sweetness rose from the bosom of her dress where she had tucked the scrap of white linen. She wished that she could somehow tell the beautiful stranger that her words had been true ... that she, Jennie, was going to fulfill her women's part. She had read the real needs of John's soul from his eyes that evening. Yes, wives had to choose for their husbands sometimes.

At that very moment, speeding along the sleek highway, a woman in a gray coat with a soft gray hat and a rose quill leaned suddenly close to her husband.

Husband: “Tired?”

Stranger: “I'm all right. Only, I can't get that poor woman at the farm out of my mind. It was so hopeless.”

Husband (smiling tenderly): “Well, I'm sorry, too, but you mustn't worry. Good gracious, darling, you're not weeping over it, I hope.”

Stranger: “No, truly, just two little tears. I know it's silly, but I did so want to help her and I know what I said sounded insane. She wouldn't know what I was talking about. She just looked up with that blank, tired face. And it all seemed so impossible. No ... I'm not going to cry. Of course I'm not ... but ... lend me your handkerchief, will you dear? I've lost mine somehow.”

(By Olive White Fortenbacher, published by Walter H. Baker, Co., 1932, Agnes Slight Turnbull, editor and compiler.)

Food Storage

 Recently, because of a pause in my husband's employment, we found ourselves with a very low supply of food in our pantry. I have been taught my whole life to have a fully-stocked pantry, with food stored for in time of need, but I have gotten behind in recent months.I am so grateful for our two chest freezers; a small one in the pantry, and a larger one in our food storage room.

We have had enough meat (see more comments on that below), enough milk, (important for our 21 month old daughter), and lots of frozen bananas (for smoothies). We also usually store large quantities of frozen grated cheese, yeast, and butter. Because of this recent experience, I have made filling my freezer a big priority.

Things we missed having in the pantry:

• Eggs: We have chickens, but they are not yet quite old enough to be laying. Luckily eggs are cheap, so we could scrape together some change to get a dozen. I think I will look into purchasing powdered eggs as an emergency supply.
• WHEAT: I didn't keep good track of our supply of wheat, so we got really low. Luckily we had enough, but it was too close this last time. There are local, as well as online sources for purchasing 25 lb. sacks of wheat. (We can even buy some through our church.)
• Yeast: I always figured I could just make our own bread, but that's kind of hard to do without yeast! We used to have a large amount that we bought from Sam's Club, but we gave it all away during a recent move.
• Popcorn Seeds: I wish we had stored more popcorn and butter and salt. Popcorn is an easy and inexpensive snack that would have been comforting to have around. We DO have an air popper, and I'm very grateful for it. I would highly recommend every home have one for emergencies. Homemade popcorn has less additives and preservatives in it than microwaveable popcorn, also.
• Canned Goods: Tuna, refried beans, green chilies, tomato sauce, cream of chicken soup, and canned fruits, would have been great to have in our supply.

Here are some items we did have that helped immensely:

• Coconut Oil: My generous aunt gave us a restaurant-sized bucket of coconut oil a while back. We have not had to worry about oil at all.
• Peanut Butter: I have been substituting PB in all my baking recipes that have called for butter. For example, one son had a birthday during this difficult time, so he got peanut butter frosting on his cake. (I will share my Peanut Butter Muffin recipe in a new post.)
• Rice: We usually keep pretty well-stocked up on brown rice. (It keeps longer in the freezer than in the pantry.) We buy a lovely Basmati rice from Trader Joe's.
• Chicken and Beef Boullion: Usually, we like to make our own yummy chicken stock and freeze it, but when we ran out, the boullion helped a lot. Soup can easily fill hungry bellies!
• A Good Wheat Grinder: Wheat stores much better, and stays fresh and healthy much longer than flour does. We have a K-Tec kitchen mill, and it works wonderfully, even after nine years of almost-daily use.
• Milk: We freeze gallons or half-gallons of milk when it comes on sale. We just remember to pour a bit off the top of each gallon before freezing, so when the jugs expand as they freeze, they will not split open. (Set the frozen jugs in a sink full of water the night before you want to use the milk.)
• Sour Cream: The week before our reduced grocery supply, my husband had found sour cream on a really good sale, and bough several cartons. We had very little milk during this difficult week, yet I needed to supplement the kids diet of baked breakfasts with some fat. Smoothies were the answer! In my recipe, I used half milk and half water, and then added 1/4 to 1/2 cup of sour cream to the blender, as well. Blend in a teaspoon of vanilla and some frozen bananas, and "viola!"-- yummy smoothies! (Shhh! Don't tell the kids they were made with sour cream!)
• Frozen Fruit: When fruit is on sale, we buy a large amount, but sometimes a few pieces get over-ripe. That's when we cut them up and freeze them. This is especially great to do with over-ripe bananas that the kids don't want to eat. We peel them, cut them in half, and put them in freezer zipper bags. They keep for a very long time, and make throwing together smoothies a snap.
• Mapleine: We have been making our own syrup for pancakes with sugar, water, and Mapleine, and while I know the real thing is vastly better for us (and more preferable), we can still have pancakes and waffles when times are tight, and the children will eat them! Mapleine will now be an important part of our food storage.
• Sugar: I am normally not a fan of sugar, but I have been thankful for our large emergency supply. We ran out of honey early on, and I've been grateful to bake some comfort foods for my hungry family. It's cheap and easy to find. Now I know to add much more honey to our inventory.
• Dried Beans: I have become better about using our supply of dried beans, rather than relying on canned ones. Luckily, we stored many of these.
• Frozen Meat: Anytime meat was on sale, we bought some, even though it wasn't on the menu. We have had some protein daily, which helped balance out all the carbohydrates we were eating. The only meat we ran out of was bacon. Usually we store extra packages in our freezer.
• Bacon grease: Saving the grease after frying bacon has become a habit that has been beneficial to my cooking. First of all, it tastes great for sauteeing onions and garlic or for cooking eggs or meat. Secondly, using the grease left over after the bacon is cooked is a frugal way to prevent waste.
  

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