Home & Country Newsletters (Stoney Creek, ON), Summer 1970, p. 4

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The President’s Corner Mrs. Austin 5. Zoel- Ier, President, the Federated Women's Institutes at Ontario. A group of Women‘s Institute friends were looking through a window at some paintings. There was a variety of seascapes. landscapes, many pictures of fences and posts, of wagon wheels and dead trees and old buildings cov- ered with snow. Everyone had a special one that they liked. Soon the conversation centred around the old trees and fences and each woman seemed to remember something from the past. The women had definite opinions whether they would like one of these paintings and often the thought was expressed, “It takes a special place." The Federated Women's Institutes of Ontarâ€" io have a special place in the life of a sixteenâ€" yearâ€"old girl in Taskopru, Turkey â€" Nazmiye Salman. Under F.W.l.0.‘s sponsorship, through our International Scholarship, Naz- miye is studying to be a nurse mid-wife in the School of Hygiene. In Turkey, child and moth- er mortality is high and the women know nothing of sanitary problems or nutrition, After three years, our candidate will perform the duties of midtwife, giving injections and lecturing as best she can on baby and child care. So Nazmiye’s special place will be aiding the suffering and making life a little healthier and more pleasant for mothers and children. Women‘s Institutes have a special place in the life of our communities in Ontario. We’ve done much to preserve our history through Tweedsmuir hooks. Good quilt design and nee- dlecraft, as well as the proper use of colour, make our homes more enjoyable. We’ve re- membered that our members are our most imâ€" portant resource and have been made more aware of each individual's skills and talents as they lead 4-H Homemaking Clubs, conduct meetings and plan programs. We each have a special place, whether we are in Ontario or Turkey; it‘s what we do that is important. Have we lost the art of seeing? Do we look and yet are we blind? On the oth- er hand, do we see only those things We want to see? 4 We see the scrap piles and the junk {mm and think, “How awful!" And yet we [Wk h; our rear view mirrors while driving alm.“ [he highways and if nothing is in sight, thrm the chocolate bar wrapper out the Window. We worry about the undernOurished u the poverty in developing countries; but wc . M seem as concerned with the malnutritin- {m on our doorstep. There is poverty in eve 'm. and community in our province, and 1, wk. say this cannot happen in our province. We sometimes pull down a mental ha: 1;. unpleasantness. We think a gift of mg. is greater than a gift of love. It is easier, h. it as rewarding? The art of seeing someu it all confused if we lose our sense of value. Are We a society slowly growing away in the humanities? Are we callous, as li‘ldlt-i is to people, black, white or yellow, Christ .u- Jew? Is it a sham? Do we care or is thi wt lip service to our code of human righh .g say we despise prejudice and dlSCIlmt" it and almost in the same breath, societ} "S sight of its goal, human dignity. We have not lost the art of seeing as It a» we feel all have equal rights. We may n :!l be equal, having the same ability, but :- lo have a special ability. We all do have a s: it place. Where is that? Only you know. It a be a career in one of the professions or ll -very well be that special place of homeri 'r and mother. Margaret Z. l A PRAYER FOR WISDOM 0h: give me wisdom, Lord . . . that I may 5.. The hidden path that Thou hast set for me. Let me be glad for little simple things, _ (Wise to take gladly what the morning bring Let me be quick to feel another‘s woe, Wise in the way our troubled hearts must gt Oh, give me patience, too, and quiet grace, To make a. home of this poor, shabby plate. And make me cheery, Lord . . . there's so mm In smiling lips and love's redeeming touch. And when the day ends let me humbly see That I have walked its ways . . . in step With T Edna Jaf‘ * * 1k * HOME AND COUNT?"

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