TIME is .so portant to women. The majority spend a gocal deal of their lives in a straight fight with it chasing the elusive hands round the clock. with only mealtimes to bring a short rest.
Some measure it in years. but unreasonably so, for whilst time marches on for the rest of the world, it pauses for them at twenty-nine years.
Other women " never have time " for this or that, while still others drift through life, bored, with time on their hands. One difference between town and country folk is, so the sages say, that town people regard time as an enemy, while country people look upon it as a friend. But whether enemy or friend, Time remains one of the mysteries of human life, its meaning and its mechanism explored by both theologians and scientists.
THE average woman no doubt does not concern herself too much with the theories of time and relativity, being only concerned with it in relation to herself or her family, nor probably will she dwell too much on God's eternity, and the fact that He is outside time. In fact it may not seem to benefit her, but prove a stumbling block. as when someone says. " If God is outside time, and could (sorry, can) see everything that ever happens, why did He create the human race in the way He did. with all the misery . . . etc.. ete." And yet God's independence of time, His freedom from any limitations of past, present and future comes home to us in rather a special manner during November, the month of the Holy Souls, How long ago did Uncle George die? Twenty-live years? Yes, a very long time ago. Do you still pray for the repose of his soul? Not very often now? You say you think he should be out of Purgatory by now .
God knew IT is very hard to chanNe our habits of especially about the imworld we cannot see. (Is thought, material it significant that the word .,immaterial " currently means " of no importance?) But there is no " time " in Purgatory. and no limitations of time for God, and although we pray for the soul of a departed friend years and years after his death. God was aware of our prayers, and could apply them, at the moment our friend died. Distance of time, although important to us scurrying mortals, meaus nothing when it comes to prayer—and the -fact that Aunt Ma has been among the dear departed for half a century does not make our prayers for her soul any the less urgent. or any the less effective.
The only people beyond our prayers are those in Hell, the rest await our efforts with an impatience we can never measure.
IT is a very short step from admiring the artist's work to wishing to know
the artist and perhaps this is why
some Reverend Fathers, in coli rn
children in the world of nature,
some Reverend Fathers, in coli rn ping their views on the fostering of vocations in the young, mentioned the value of interesting u
children in the world of nature,
especially through their parents' influence.
The parent who opens the eyes of his child to the wonders about him, even if it is only a hen sparrow gathering fluff for her nest. is increasing the child's potential love for his (and the sparrow's) maker. This deliberate encouragement of the child's awareness may entail sonic hardship—in their almost primeval innocence of mind and judgement children may see aesthetic qualities in the earthworm or daddy-long-legs which parents. especially mothers, are inclined to miss.
I N this sphere. as in so
many others, modern research is vastly increasing our knowledge of the natural world, mysteries are being unfolded yearly, and the bird lover who in former years might have gazed in poetic wonder as the flocks of migrating birds wheeled and gathered in the sky is now likely to be ringing birds for identification, and plotting information for some centre or reseal's/h. He might also be reading an erudite book like "Paths Across the Earth", full, if we may borrow a phrase, or sensational revelations, of wonders and mysteries of anything on the move, except human beings. Attractively illustrated. it is the right gift for the ardent naturalist. This book (by Lorus and Margery Milne, Cassell, I6s.) is for when the seeds sown in early youth have come to fruition. If you need help in the earlier stages, you can hardly do better than "The Shell Guide to Wild brought from the Amazon in 1846 and they could see it themselves. The leaves can measure eight ft. in diameter and 1he flower 13 inches. This picture was taken in the Water House at the National
Botanical Gardens in Dublin.
Life" (Phoenix, 7s. 6d.) which, like all the nature books in the same series, has a beautiful coloured illustration on or.c page. and notes on the creatures and plants on the other. It couldn't be simpler—a teach yourself natural history course between two hard covers.
THE Central Council for the Care of Cripples has named November 22-28 as " Help the Disabled Week ". and during that time it will ask the public to spare, not a copper, but a thought, The Council does not want to ask the public to give their disabled neighbours either money or gifts. They want something much more precious—time. There will be no stickers for cars, no official canvassers or collection boxes. " We know the public would respond warmheartedly if only they fully realised the drabness of the lives of some of the disabled," said an official. Here is a short general guide to the public with several ways they can help the disabled:
(1) If you are a motorist, can you give a disabled person a lift to church on Sunday. The
I assure you that this isn't an illustration for one of my recipes
.. m . it is in fact from a little book of cartoons which has come into the office. Readers of Punch" will know Larry. "Man in Apron, and Others" (Museum Press, 5s.) is Larry's latest collection showing his looney man around the house.
majority of disabled people are never able to go to church. Would women motorists remember that disabled people cannot join in the fun of Christmas shopping and offer them a lift to go shopping. (2) Would shopkeepers ask assistants to keep an eye open for disabled shoppers and ease their way a little.
(3) In a recent survey to Inquire what the disabled needed most a great many said that they missed being able to go to outside entertainments. Would cinema and theatre managements consider their plight. Could football managements set aside a small space for disabled persons and their vehicles in the way sponsors of other outdoor events often do. Could local dart teams arrange to bring a number of men along to have a pint and see a game.
(4) Would Local Authorities' Housing Committees at this time raise the question of ground floor flats for the disabled. (5) Children, too. can help: they can run an errand or push a wheelchair round the park.
WHERE the National Health Service is under debate. the camps are often divided into the " You never had it so good " and the "Things are not what they were " schools of thought. The basis for the latter argument seems to be the alleged decline in the family doctor. or at least in his prestige. Certainly the number of patients with which many doctors deal precludes that charming situation portrayed week after week in some of the masscirculation women's magazines where Mrs. X visits her doctor. and in two solid columns of small print, unburdens her secret worries about housemaid's knee. Yet the doctor. family or otherwise. still has enormous influence. and one who has not lost faith in this important role is Dr. K. F. M. Pole, who has crystallised the fruit of his experience in "The Family Doctor and Family Problems" (Bloomsbury Publishing Co., 7s. 6d.). It is 'far too interesting for it to be confined to the medical profession, and the only ill-effect that will he suffered by the lay public reading it is to make those who have no such doctor jealous of those families which have one like Dr. Pole. May he—and his like, flourish for ever