Let us have homes crowned with the clambering vine, amid the cooling shade of trees, surrounded with the verdant lawn, with pendant berries, with golden fruits, and cluster of purple grapes. Homes graced with pictures, refined by books, and gladdened with song. Homes in which there shall be no scorching blasts of passion, no polar storms of coldness and hate. Homes in which the wife and mother shall not lose all her attractive charms by unremitting drudgery and toil, nor the husband starve…
Momma Alderson