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i * it A VISION By Eleanor Carter We're burning spokes from old cart-wheels tonight. I see within the coals a pioneer; Or do I dream? â€" the image is so clear! He drove that cart ere first I saw the light. My granny said, before they had the cart, That grandad had full seven miles to go With butter, eggs, and anything they'd grow; One day each week he'd foot it to the mart; Then sugar, flour, he'd buy with what he’d earned, And bring home all those miles with weary trEad'. What joy it must have been to buy a cart â€" A part of progress planned. The spokes are burned This winter night, a light, it seems, they shed On folks so filled with faith and strong of heart. â€"â€" In New Zealand Home and Country * 1k * tory has been a fine example of people living happily and harmoniously together regardless of racial origin, religious beliefs or the color of their skin.” An international display of articles laid out for inspection included coins and medals from England; hand-woven tablecloths made of linen from flax grOWn on members‘ home farms in Finland and Sweden; hand-carved wooden serving spoons from Sweden; Polish oil paintings; wooden shoes from Holland; silver fruit knives with horn handles from Nor- way; a hand-operated sewing machine from England; loomed rugs and varied needlework from Northern Europe. As a western Canada exhibit, a huge tumbleweed was set on a side table. The articles were loaned by Institute members and others in the small community; and the name of each country represented in the display was mounted on a White card with a small flag of the country standing alongside. Everyone in the community was invited to the meeting and the tea served afterward. Mrs. Atkinson says: “It was gratifying to the conveners that so many â€" both men and women â€" came, and were delighted, and urged the Institute to be sure to have another International day next year.” Radio Series Features A.C.W.W. MRS. JOHN HERMANSEN writes that York County Women’s Institutes’ radio broad- casts from late September to the first of Feb- ruary will have as their theme, The Associated County Women of the World. The regular weekly broadcasts over Station C.F.G.M. Rich- mond Hill, will be given by Institute members with the exception of two relating to junior work, where the speakers will be members of 4-H Homemaking Clubs. These are the topics announced: “Introducâ€" ing Women’s Institutes Around the World”; “How Big Are We?”; “From Acorn to Tree"; 28 “The Growing Tree"; “Can We continue to Grow?”; “The Birth of a Project"; “Our Pm. vincial Projects"; “From Sea to Sea”; “A -D,a_ mond’ in the Area"; “Still Forward“; “A Helping Hand Abroad"; “A 4â€"H Trip Across the Border“; “As Others Play Far Away“; “Christmas Greetings From the Women’s '13,. stitute”; “We Face the Future”; "Austragm Beckons"; “Hands Clasped Around the World"; “The Country Woman's Part in a Chang,g World"; “Homeward Bound”; “Women Hf Denmark". Middlesex Rally Remembers the North THE FEDERATED WOMEN‘S Institti‘i s of Canada at the Biennial Conference held .1 Vancouver in 1961 appointed a commi. ._ to consider the needs of the homemaker-s. .1 the settlements of Northern Canada. This \ . a follow-up from the Charlottetown Ci ~ ference resolution which asked the Dept -. ment of Northern Affairs to assist in Carr} _ the Women's Institute program to the won 1, beyond the sixtieth parallel. Mrs. Wm. Hough of Stratford made a r v vey of the Mackenzie Basin in 1960, \2 ‘1 the result that Women’s Institutes Were ganized at Fort Providence, Discovery, l .i MacPherson and Inuvik. Since that time a Fort Providence Branch has carried on a e craft program with the Indian women. In 1 i, it has become quite well known and rose d high praise from Mr. Sivertz of the Der i» ment of Northern Affairs. At present an '- dian woman who speaks three languages, I ;â€" lish, French and Slavic is president of .3 Branch. The establishment of pre-school E lish classes for the Indian children who a not speak English is another valuable pro: here. At Discovery they are very busy worl' on their Tweedsmuir History, which they h \‘h on .4 t * at THE FORGOTTEN ROAD By Louise Morey Bowman I know a little lonely country road, Grass-grown and shady and a little sad; Unused and lost in an enchanted wood, ThOugh once it was a highway, broad and glad. Now very few its secret entrance find, It lies so hidden from the world of men. On foot I found it and on foot return To feel its wistful mystery again. There are so few such roads left us today, And yet we need them sorely â€" for with wings Agleam, and birds notes, my road lures me on To the hushed country of Forgorten Things. >i< =1: :3 I have wept in the night for the shortness of sight. That to somebody's need made me blind. But I never have yet felt a twinge of regret, For being a little too kind. * * 1 HOME AND COUNTRY