Selections from Trella Romine's library at Terradise Nature Center
She’s living on a cloud, they say;
She sweeps it carefully each day;
She dusts and mops, and scrubs the floor,
And when it sparkles, scours some more.
She washes, cooks, and sews and cans
And budgets, markets, shops and plans.
I hear her singing gaily there
On her rose-colored spot of air
Until, at four, this housewife fades
To turn up glamorest of maids
Who, at five, tilts lips tender, proud,
Up to the guy who built her cloud.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 22, 1952
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Media name: Ladies Home Journal
Date Submitted: 07/08/1952
Media name: Good Housekeeping
Date Submitted: 08/09/1952
Media name: Farm Journal
Date Submitted: 08/13/1952
Media name: True Confessions
Date Submitted: 08/21/1952
Media name: Saturday Evening Post Baok of Book
Date Submitted: 09/11/1952
Media name: Toronto Star
Date Submitted: 09/27/1952
Media name: Christian Science Forum
Date Submitted: 10/02/1952
Media name: New York Times (Daily)
Date Submitted: 10/30/1952
Media name: Cleveland Plain Dealer
Date Submitted: 11/14/1952
Media name: Washington Star
Date Submitted: 12/30/1952
Media name: Christian Science Monitor
Date Submitted: 01/21/1953
Media name: Western Review
Date Submitted: 06/04/1953
Media name: Queen's Quarterly
Date Submitted: 07/06/1953