The latest edition of Victoria Magazine arrived yesterday at our home, and I was touched by the tribute they made to Tasha Tudor, who has been featured several times in the magazine over the years. Both Tasha and Victoria came into my life at about the same time, although through different sources. They both greatly influenced my life, and have made me want to live a more beautiful life.
Clarice at Storybook Woods is hosting a Tasha Tudor Day, to honor Tasha on her birthday, which is August 28th, if you'd like to join in the fun.
I'd like to share a little quote from a special book in my collection called "The Perfect Woman", by Dr. Mary Melendy. I wish I'd had these ideas impressed upon me before I became a wife and mother!
If it be the man's part to lay the foundations and erect the building, it is woman's to beautify and enshrine music and the kindly arts within them. It is his to build and hers to beautify. It is woman who informs the home with light and life. Her hand it is that decorates and adorns, that culls and twines the flowers and leaves, and lets in 'sweetness and light' into the rooms. her touch is that of a purifying, transforming and beautifying angel in the home, or be indeed a help-meet in every sense of the word.
When the time comes for an enlargement of your affection and your family ties, show him you are equal to it. Show him that you can be even sweeter in the role of motherhood than you have been as wife. When, as a mother, you look with love and joy upon the face of your infant, who, as yet, can neither speak nor choose his future lot, remember, as you love your own soul, that upon you, and not on circumstances, depends mainly the awful issue of what it shall be and what shall become of it. It is you, not what you call a hard, unfeeling world, that will make or mar your child. It is for you to determine whether its tongue shall speak vanity, and its hand be a right hand of falsehood. It depends upon you whether your sons shall be as 'plants grown up in their youth' and your daughters become as 'corner-stones, polished after the similitude of a palace.' The white unwritten page of your child's life and character is open for you to write upon. The impressions made upon it by you and the father are indelible. The first sights and sounds that are reflected upon a child's remembrance are ineffaceable.
Peace to you,