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Memory—and the Old Home 
Like the Pyramids 
—built to LAST 
always early strawberries to be found, 
on Decoration Day. And the delicate 
odor of warm, ripe strawberries, had 
brought her back to this spot with tin 
erring swiftness. There was a pile of 
stones on the hilltop, and climbing this 
and looking north, she peeped at. Luke 
Ontario through a dip in the horizon. 
You could see ever so far from here. 
Across the valley stood ' the school- 
house. There was something about it 
that pulled at the heartstrings. Of course 
she was there only yesterday and would 
go again tomorrow. And it was only a 
hare frame dwelling with a wooden black 
hoard, a frayed map, an unframed pic¬ 
ture of George Washington, and a box 
stove with a griddle that lifted with a 
wire hail. The hooks were moldy, and 
dated from the early forties, and the mice 
must, have finished the organ: it had not 
squeaked for years. After you mentiou 
the teacher’s table, you have mentioned 
everything but the desks. They were of 
soft pine, and covered with the carved 
signatures of more or less illustrious per¬ 
sons that had passed on. Plain as it 
was, the little girl loved the sehonlhouse 
with a strange intensity. For its orna¬ 
ments were the hoys and girls that fre¬ 
quented it, and the kind face of her 
school teacher, Never, never once, did 
she recall it as being hare and cheerless. 
It was only grown-up people who 
thought that. 
Suddenly a screen door slammed, and 
the magic carpet came to earth with a 
thump. The children have come home 
from the woods. In a moment my lap 
will be full of flowers. Glancing out 
over green level holds. 1 am at a loss 
to account for my unaccustomed lapse 
into day-dreaming. Surely there is noth¬ 
ing better than that bland stretch of 
countryside, with its State roads where 
one can drive for miles on “high.” 
Then I smile at my own perplexity. 
.Tust outside the window is a small bush, 
just bursting into blossom. The cool 
north breeze floating in bears with it the 
sweetest of all perfumes, the faint, sug¬ 
gestive scent of the lilac. 
MBS. P. H. UN GEE. 
No one can ignore Decoration Day if 
he has a memory. Many si man who 
thinks time has passed him unscathed, 
offers tribute to some half-forgot (on 
friend Or place. There are so many 
things that we have to shut our eyes to 
see. Memory is like the magic carpet. 
I hat look its owner whither be listed iu 
the twinkling of an eye. A scent, a 
sound, or a strain of music, and we are 
off. Decoration Day is always a holiday, 
and it stands at the end of Spring and 
beginning of Summer. It is lilac time. 
The scent of lilacs always takes me 
back to the hill country; to a rambling, 
old-fashioned house standing in a valley 
amongst tall spruces that fend off t.lie 
wild strong winds from north and west 
like so many giants. Solemn trees, they 
were always pointing down with implac¬ 
able wavering lingers at the little girl 
who stood there embarrassed. When the 
birds sang in the tops of them so high up 
as not to he seen at all. it was easy to 
fancy the music as coming from heaven. 
Knsy for the little girl, I mean. For of 
course it was a little girl who arrived on 
memory’s magic carpet. 
Between the spruces and the maples, 
the lawn was left in a shade that was 
almost twilight. To the west there was 
a tree-covered rise, to the north the house 
itself, and to the east the lug hill. The 
only peep at the outside world that, could 
be had was through a long narrow space 
under the boughs of a row of thick-set 
apple trees on the opposite side of the 
road. That was the meadow, and as it 
sloped downward to meet the dark woods 
in the hollow it really made quite a pic¬ 
ture. It. was like looking through a spec¬ 
troscope, especially when the Spring sun 
was heating down on the new green 
grass. 
Fa flier, the maples had blossomed and 
tiling yellow silken tassels over the short 
cropped lawn. And there had been Cro¬ 
cuses. and daffodils, and hyacinths, not 
to mention the pink and blue llepaticas 
over in the woods across the meadow. 
The peonies had begun to roll their pink 
and white and red buds. The little girl 
would always sigh wistfully when she 
saw that. It meant that the thorn tree 
would soon tie out, and she would hurry 
to see if any early sprays of the tiny 
rose-like flowers had opened. They were 
such a wonderful color, not quite red 
ami not quite pink; maybe it was old 
rose. But they did not smell fragrant, 
except like green leaves. The tree had 
grown quite tall, and when in blossom it 
shone amongst the other somber greens 
like a flame. It was the color that 
stirred one so. 
The tlmrn tree was just opening, and 
that to the little girl spelled lilacs. She 
knew exactly what she would tind, when 
she hurried over to the hushes at the 
edge of the lawn. She bent down a limb. 
There is nothing, nothing, half sn sweet 
ns lilacs. These were great white lacy 
ones, and when you buried your face in 
them you smelled the sun shining, and 
the brook running through the cowslips, 
nud the south wind whushing above you. 
Ah ! but I never can tell you unless you 
have smelled it yourself. 
Another thing that the little girl 
smelled iu the lilacs was the big hill call¬ 
ing her. She always bad such a curious 
feeling about its looking down on the val¬ 
ley, as it had done for so long and would 
do. It must have seen a lot. but it could 
never, never, tell. It was almost like a 
sphinx. She felt the same kind of rev¬ 
erence for it that she felt for the sun and 
stars. The same hand had made it. she 
thought, which explains why she felt so 
close to the Almighty—up there. She 
had not yet studied physical geography. 
Progressive hands had never meddled 
with it. The road up its side was nar¬ 
row, stony and straight. And steep; it 
would have broken 'the heart of a modern 
truckman. Sooner or later, with the 
growth of competitive distribution, it 
might come to he considered as a prob¬ 
lem. but just now people were satisfied 
with going around it. Or of growing 
crops that did not need heavy hauling, 
like berries. A small light truck of the 
Ford vintage could scale it if there was 
plenty of gas in the tank so‘that ii would 
not run into the hack end and leave a 
driver stranded at the very brink. But 
that was only the practical view of the 
hill. And the little girl had felt that 
practical was merely another word for 
discouraging. 
On each side of the narrow road lay 
a stony cascade, where tiny streamlets 
sang and chortled after Summer rains, or 
when the snow was melting. To the left 
lay her father’s apple orchard. He had 
always said a west side lull was no good, 
and then, as if to disprove his own state¬ 
ment. planted an orchard there. It was 
very pleasant hack among the big, thrifty 
trees, though she had heard men speak 
very unpleasantly about spraying them 
from the top of a tilting platform. She 
had seen the trees bending, even break¬ 
ing, with their weight of Greenings, Maid- 
wins and Kings. They were bright and 
rich in coloring, and that always delight¬ 
ed the buyer. He liked to mix them in 
with duller fruit. 
On the other side of the road was a 
pasture that was being taken possession 
of by a scrubby growth of wild apple, 
marching up from the valley. After that 
the hillside disappeared iu the woods. At 
the very brink of the big hill there were 
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[On page 640 we mentioned a group 
of young men who want to work on farms 
under conditions which will enable them 
to buy it home. There have been many 
letters from farmers who say they want 
this sort of help. We hope these young 
men will find places. Now comes an¬ 
other with a jiropositinn so new and 
striking that we print his letter here.] 
Allow me to comment on your editorial 
on page tilt>. regarding assistance to am¬ 
bitious young men whose sole capital is 
“brain and body." For the past three 
years I have written to advertisers whom 
I thought would take some interest in a 
case like mine, which is exactly as your 
editorial reads. I never received the 
courtesy of a reply to any of my letters. 
They (letters) were not asking charity, 
but n chance to show my ambition 
through work. It has been my dream 
when a hoy mauling through the hay loft 
for eggs, driving to the mill with timbers 
to cut, digging potatoes, etc., to stand 
up ami look around at my farm, seeing 
my children happy, having the fun I had. 
That dream traveled through my life, 
when l served four years iu the United 
States Navy. I thought that at the end 
of my enlistment I would go to Canada 
or some Western State and make a start. 
•Tust before the end of my enlistment I 
met and married the girl now my wife, 
and that stopped me from going to Can¬ 
ada. We lived near her home and in¬ 
tended to save for our farm. The war 
ramp with its soaring prices, and I stuck 
to my employer with low wages, while 
others went from camp to camp, ship¬ 
yard to shipyard, and wherever they 
could make higher wages. Sticking it 
out under such inflated conditions, I 
could not save any longer, and had to 
spend our savings when the children 
came. We have since tried to save for 
our farm, but, living in town, with high 
rents and living, it seems impossible that 
I can make a start while I am young. 
My wife and I concluded the only start 
we can make immediately would he where 
I could secure work on a farm where I 
really could get a start. Working for a 
real, red-blooded American. who has 
other ideals in life thau to gain money. I 
would give the best that is in me. But 
such a man I have yet to find. 
I believe there arc many other young 
men in such circumstances as I am in 
who really would like to make a start 
under 'like conditions, and I believe they 
have met the same fate as myself. I am 
27 years old, my wife 25. and my hoys 
four and six. My father is poor: my 
mother died when I was six. There were 
six children iu our family and my father 
struggled to raise u.s. I have been on 
farms of relatives, hut most have died 
and the rest are living in cities, 1 do not 
know exactly where. My wife was raised 
under like circumstances, and it is just 
we two making a start by ourselves. 
I would like to he included in your 
group if possible. Perhaps there are 
many farmers who possess a kindly feel¬ 
ing toward their fellow men who have 
not thought of such an aid as your edi¬ 
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