^___ I I I • • • I' VI | II • II AM ■■ ■ M-Home! There is a magic word indeedHome! Now there is a magic word if I ever heard one. There is sonething special about the word and I must express to you the feelings about such places. Over and over again as the happenings take place around these parts of our fair city the expression, “it’s good to be home” is a favorite. It is often expressed to me as an interview takes place.As a child in Cooke County and that of farm house was called home it was a magical place too. Oh yes, it was not a mansion by any means, but it was thegathering place for family members. There was always lots of work there, plus plenty of fun opportunities, and the freedom from lots of pressures.When the work was finished for the day it was a great time around the old place.If the children had not run the radio too long after school we could indulge after dark in listening. The special time took place as we gathered around the radio and listened to whatever was broadcast.One thing for certain weReflectionsDorothy Taylor•» ■* • pdidn’t have any problem with imagining what was taking place at the time. When that squeaking door opened all creepily we imagined what the “Inter-scant-um” was like. Even the one and only soap opera we listened to, “Stella Dallas,” had a home. Even though Stella’s was small and humble compared to the other family involved I’m sure she delighted in her home. And even though we loved visiting the city cousins there was a feeling that was shared with other family members when we reachedhome.Oh yes, there were ups and downs and cold nights when Mom would have all the children sleep under all the quilts on one bed. And I can hear little brother now “don’t touch me...stay on your side,” even if he was a little tyke. It was always me in the middle and I stayedas close to Boob as possible. The first time I was in the bed all alone was when Boob had grown and left for work and then marriage.Well, one thing’s for certain, home means different things to different folks. The main ingredient is always love whether it’s in a shanty or a group of boards nailed together with a window or two plus a roof, and called home.Luke 9:61 “And another also said, Lord, I will follow thee: but let me first go bid them farewell, which are at home at my house.”