Showing posts with label perfect housewife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label perfect housewife. Show all posts

Sunday, February 15, 2026

"Grandmother's Cookbook"



                        My mother’s childhood showcases trauma and loss. Her father lost their farm during the Depression and moved his family into the small town of Danville, Illinois. Her oldest sister, Lois, drowned while swimming in the local lake within a few years. Around the time Mom turned nine, her mother died. Her father, left with five children still at home, found himself unable to care for his three youngest girls. They ended up within the foster care system. Fortunately, the small town meant all of the Thompson siblings went to school together. She visited her sister Nellie, a newlywed, often. Mom remembered the marble-topped furniture in their home, the lean years of lunch consisting of half a head of iceberg lettuce sprinkled with salt, and the wild antics of her older brothers, known for pranks that resulted in scoldings from the local police. Only a few treasured pieces came into Mom’s possession once she reached adulthood. She received a golden bracelet, which she wore at her wedding. The bracelet became a tradition to wear at weddings with my sister and me encircling our wrists with it. I inherited this lovely piece and used it for the cover art of my novel.




            The other prize from Mom’s childhood came in the form of The American Woman’s Cook Book, edited by Ruth Berolzheimer. All of the frequent moves made by my parent’s military lifestyle meant somethings never made it to the next assignment, but Mom always tucked this cookbook into a box that came with us. Over the years, both of my parents pulled this book off the shelf for recipes. My husband and I turn to it regularly, with me recently vowing to try new-to-us recipes weekly. The volume, though, contains not just ways to prepare various dishes, but also a look into life for the housewife in the 1940s. The thick work contains color plates of finished delights. It suggests menus for parties and holidays. Within its sheets one can find pages of food equivalents. Struggling with ideas for school lunches for the kids? Need a tip on how to set your plates for a fancy dinner? Want the perfect Hollandaise Sause (one of our favorites)? How about the best banana nut bread or pancakes on Earth? You can even find specific instructions on how to help with the war effort.

 

                 This volume represents a life that showcases hardship and hope.




 








Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman      

I am like IOUNIO's "Time Traveler" today, as my fingers trail thought the pages of Grandmother's cookbook. 

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Friday, March 31, 2023

"Is it Real?

 


is it real?   
the glowing smile in every photograph   
the arms thrown casually around your husband   
frame after frame   
the friendliness you casually offer to everyone   
the show of happiness you radiate in public   


is it real?   
the vanilla personality that never offends   
the perfect hair, make-up, and outfit   
the gym toned body that defies gravity   
the soccer Mom carpool     

is it real?   
the eyes that don’t shed tears of grief   
the temper that won’t explode   
the heart that can’t break   
the cool reflective surface that never ripples in a breeze
   
is it real?   
the excuses for his infidelities   
the acceptance of abuse   
the tolerance for his cruel and belittling words   
the immaculate life with no imperfections   
is it real?   




















Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Saturday, March 24, 2012

"Guest Poet!"



 When my friend, Michelle Baksic-Hargett dangled a poetry challenge before me, I couldn't resist. I have a list of about thirty possible topics for future blog posts. Michelle randomly select six of the topics:  Trap, Mama Bear, Photography, Favoritism, Geeks-R-Us, Ironing. I've posted the poems I generated from these topics. For today, I'm welcoming Michelle Baksic-Hargett as my guest poet!      







“Geeks-R-Us”

Word games, puns, an oxymoron or Scrabble,   
Foreign phrases or lighthearted Pig Latin babble,   
Science Fiction, Satire, Non-Fiction Drama,   
They all appeal to the literary momma!   
Alice and Star Trek let us think higher,   
For a deeper look, they do require.   
To catch their meanings one must be 
Skilled in recognizing analogies.  
I love to write poetry in my free time;   
Contemplate thoughts and drop a rhyme,   
Or collaborate with colleagues colloquially.   
It really is not very difficult to see   
That I have quite a bit of geek in me.   


Copyrigth 2012 Michelle Baksic-Hargett     





“Trapped”  


Blind-sided from in front of my face   
Trust misplaced ended in disgrace   
Self-destruct or pick up the pace   
Become numb it is my saving grace   
Stay moving fast for when I cease   
I am given no chance for peace   
All time stood still    
As he moved in for the kill   
Late reaction told me to run   
This game was his idea of fun   
Bait and switch with Jekyll and Hyde   
Couldn’t breathe to react, no time to decide   
Between fight and flight—   
I’m only dead on the inside   


 Copyright 2012 Michelle Baksic-Hargett   

















“Photography”   


    The smile of a child, a soft flower as it bends 
Are captured innocently from behind the lens   
Peaches and pink candy comprise the sunrise   
Colorfully consuming the expansive new sky   
Forever the keeper of dawn’s early light   
One snap! I’ve caught the beauty of the sight   
In front of the lens, things are honest and real   
Aborigines believe your soul this can steal   
Lighting and subject form the perfect embrace   
Leaving the dance without mark or disgrace   
Just simple and perfect by God’s pure design   
Photography captures the moment in time   
   
  
Copyright 2012 Michelle Baksic-Hargett   



"Mother Daughter Relationships" 
We didn’t ever see eye to eye   
But that doesn’t mean I didn’t try   
My very best to make you proud   
But I was always too messy or to loud   
Too opinionated, uncensored and full of fire   
You saw it as rebellious—I saw it as desire   
So I studied harder and made the grade   
Got through college, and made my way   
Followed your life playbook to the tee  
But it didn’t seem to matter, you didn’t see   
I had my BA and my MRS under my belt   
But the pressure was there, like a vise, I felt   
Because our relationship was still not strong   
So I gave you grandchildren—the perfect pair   
And that won me favor for a while there     
I moved 2000 miles to be closer to you   
And things improved, as they sometimes do   
But when I failed to cook and dress   
For my husband you were not impressed   
“Maintain the 50’s housewife image my dear  
Your husband needs perfection. Is that clear?”   
Once again I failed and that’s how it goes,   
Now my divorce is just another woe   
Oh, what a disappointment I must be!   
Single parent stigma—a statistic always in need  
You’re always running to save me with great speed   
Well, I’d like to say I’m sorry, no doubt, it’s true   
But I’m sorry to me and not really to you   
Because the person I disappointed most   
Is me   

Copyright 2012 Michelle Baksic-Hargett