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Our Home .a.- Mrs. Marshall Bethune (Westforth County) Y ALARM CLOCK is not the only one of its kind but I can truthfully say no other device would be as effective. .I ere is no setting nor adjusting for none is ssible. Nor is there any jangling or buzzing This “alarm clock” sounds at approximately x-tbirty each morning and summons me to day brimming with activitiesâ€"but first we ust have our fun Before I dress I bring aby from her crib into our bedroom and op her up in the centre of the bed where ‘ e gazes wide-eyed at the sun streaming in e east window and tries to catch the shad- s s on the bed clothes. Our morning toilet 1 interrupted by a brisk game of peek~a-boo 1- patty-cake or a new game which might be alled “who can make the queerest sounds.“ eedless to say our daughter finds my efforts eble competition. A quick glance at the clock in the radio on e nightâ€"table convinces me we have dawâ€" led long enough. We do take time however, - preen ourselves before the huge mirror on u y dresser. I sometimes think I’ll trade clothes losets with my husband because while mine lined with cedar his closet door has a full- ength mirror! Downstairs we go. Each morning I get a ew thrill from seeing our sunny kitchen, hite trimmed with red. We laid the grey nd red rubber tile on the kitchen floor and re quite proud of our efforts. The counters nd table are covered with grey arborite, «eatâ€"proof and stain resistant My curtains re white trimmed with red and even my tensils and gadgets have touches of colour. ‘ have ample cupboard space, enough in fact hat I use three cupboards for baby’s clothes nd have allowed my husband a drawer fa- iliarly termed a “junk drawer." The variety f its contents is amazing! We were lucky in being able to match the ounter on baby’s private table, her “baby utler.” with our kitchen countErs. She sits 11 her butler, a contrivance more useful and ’3 great deal safer than a high-chair, while I ut the coffee to perk on my electric stove. Baby's ecstatic waving of arms and kicking .1? legs announces the arrival of my husband. Orange juice, cold from the refrigerator, fresh ' ilk poured into a pitcher, and breakfast is eady to be eaten. Alas! before I enjoy my .ng With butter, I must spoon pablum into our ow impatient child. Food disappears with n O ,.., H, m m m :1 Q. ('9' 0 SD m f?- D“ O l"- tâ€"h H § H 3" to F‘- O m If: f“ m H n: :3 p. o O H“ x Minsk 1954 ‘ The Rural Home ACWW Essays Standing Second and Third in Ontario surprising rapidity. Then with the bottle in his left hand and toast in his right, my husâ€" band “administers” her formula and I can enjoy my breakfast. Breakfast finished, the baby plays in her “butler” until I have washed the dishes in the sink and put them away. An abundance of hot soft water is a blessing I can enjoy to the full. for we have a large cistern. Our hard water comes from a drilled well and is piped to the kitchen so I have hot soft water and cold hard water at my disposal. Dry, warm and fed. our cherub is soon asleep in her carriage on the front porch. Back to the kitchen I go to pick up baby's toys and sw9ep the floor. the back hall and the washroom across the hall. Our washroom is really a two-piece bath but contains a broom closet, hooks for my husband’s work clothes. a place for his boots and a mirrored medicine cabinet so necessary in a farm home. Having a washroom downstairs saves a great many straps. In the den the papers on the desk need straightening as usual and here I iiever fail to admire the View from the picture window in front of which the desk sits. It is no pan- orama of mountains; it is not a lake mirroring the surrounding trees; there are no dainty deer in the picture. I see instead‘ our green pasture in which lie placidly chewing their curls, our contented black and white cows. I see my garden green with the promise of fresh vegetables and juicy strawberries and beyond this stretches aeres of growing grain. Must I draw the drapes? If I do not the sun will pour in making the room too hot for comfort. Through the open double doors I can see into the living room. The tulips in the vase on the little mahogany table in front of the bay win- dow are losing their petals. I‘m glad I don‘t have to buy flowers. Through the window I can see the cars whizzing along the highway. Our mushroom coloured Chesterfield has a nylon covering and if a spot. gets on it the covering can be washed with soap and water. Such a comfort! Until very recently we used the den furniture in the living room, but now we have our chestcrfield with its matching chair and a contrasting red one. We bought a trilight, a white and gold table lamp and a nest of mahogany tables last week and just today the man came to hang our drapes. What a pleasure it is to look at my living room furnished at last. The den has its own suite back again. When the winds howl next winter I’ll turn up the temperature on the thermostat, light a fire in our stone fire~place, munch a crisp Spy apple and enjoy the evenings in 25