Gladys Taber
Gladys Taber
Gladys Bagg Taber, author of 59 books, including the Stillmeadow books, and columnist for Ladies' Home Journal and Family Circle, was born in Colorado Springs on April 12, 1899, and spent most of her early years moving because of her father's work as a mining engineer. She lived in New Mexico, California, Illinois and Wisconsin, and spent time on her grandfather's farm in Massachusetts. Later, she received a bachelor's degree from Wellesley in 1920 and an M.A. from Lawrence College...
people house old-houses
Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.
dog cat way
I love both the way a dog looks up to me and a cat condescends to me.
cat lovers remarkable
Cat lovers know that every cat is remarkable.
cat practice bird
Most cats feel that bird-catching is their duty; the instinct goes back to prehistoric times. Amber keeps in practice by chasing moths.
promise april
April is a promise of what's to come.
faith spring curious
Faith is a curious thing. It must be renewed; it has its own spring.
moving hero men
There must be hundreds of unsung heroes and heroines who first tasted strange things growing - and think of the man who first ate a lobster. This staggers the imagination. I salute him every time I take my nutcracker in hand and move the melted-butter pipkin closer.
home bird sparrows
I suppose I am a sparrow, a stay-at-home bird.
home night light
Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I came back in time to light the candles and set the table for supper.
christmas fire kindling
Christmas is a kindling of new fires.
running dog cat
I cannot imagine a cat in an Obedience ring, running around in the hot sun and doing things on command. For it would not make sense. Whereas a dog is tolerant of your not making sense and only wants to fix things so you are happy.
cat two breakfast
A good recipe for a human reducing breakfast is a lot of good things to eat, and three spaniels and two cats to eat with.
heart creativity creative
The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.
past yesterday octopus
the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.