As my mother-in-law and I were pouring over genealogy tonight, I was reminded of this poem I wrote years ago using only advice from my Grampa Jack and thought I would re-post it here. Grampa Jack, wherever you are, you don’t have to worry about my becoming an old-maid school teacher. I’m no longer a teacher, and I finally got married. I know you’d be proud. 🙂
Grampa’s Lessons in Love
Pride of my life,
I pine, yearn, pray for those good ole days when men were men and women were women.
Teenage boys are like wild mustangs,
But, girls are the gentle-ers of men;
The girls who DEMAND civil-decorum, get it.
Let the boys be boys, until they start acting like young men.
Boys respect the gals who maintain some mystique and culture;
The girl like dear old mom wins.
Go get a haircut—an extra one won’t cause permanent damage even if you don’t need one right then
Wear nice heels and a frilly dress that makes no bones there is a real live girl under there
Smile, return smiles, engage in conversation if possible
Don’t forget the power of a subtle perfume
Remember the rule about skirts—
They should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to be interesting.
Respect all elders, rise when older women enter the room.
Keep your eye on your books, and the other eye on what and who is going on around you;
Have definite opinions about politics, economics and religion.
Cast your net upon the water,
You might not like what you catch, but you can always throw it back
Just don’t haul in a bunch of suckers.
As a former University Resident Director, Career Counselor, Certified Personality Trainer, and high school Spanish teacher, Laura has quite the “scattered” background — with one underlying theme: education! She writes to teach and inspire women on topics related to faith, family, and lifework. She is also a resume writer, specializing in resumes for moms, career changers, and new graduates.
I love it. 🙂 -Christine A.
Thanks, Christine! I do, too. 🙂