Edgar A. Guest

Edgar A. Guest

Summary

Portrait of Edgar A. Guest Edgar A. Guest Making the House a Home

The home was being sanctified by her presence. We had come into a new realm of happiness.
But a home cannot be builded always on happiness. We were to learn that through bitter experience. We had seen white crepe on other doors, without ever thinking that some day it might flutter on our own. We had witnessed sorrow, but had never suffered it. Our home had welcomed many a gay and smiling visitor; but there was a grim and sinister one to come, against whom no door can be barred.
After thirteen months of perfect happiness, its planning and dreaming, the baby was taken from us.
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Portrait of Edgar A. Guest Edgar A. Guest Making the House a Home

If you would make glorious the home you are building; if you would fill its rooms with laughter and contentment; if you would make your house more than a place in which to eat and sleep; if you would fill it with happy memories and come yourselves into a closer and more perfect union, adopt a baby! Then, in a year or two, adopt another. He who spends money on a little child is investing it to real purpose; and the dividends it pays in pride and happiness and contentment are beyond computation.
Marjorie came to us when she was three years old.
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Portrait of Edgar A. Guest Edgar A. Guest Making the House a Home

But just how much we needed each other neither of us really knew—until we had to share a common sorrow.
To be partners in a sacred memory is a divine bond. To be partners in a little mound, in one of God's silent gardens, is the closest relationship which man and woman can know on this earth. Our lives had been happy before; now they had been made beautiful.
So it was with the home. It began to mean more to us, as we began each to mean more to the other. The bedroom in which our baby fell asleep seemed glorified.
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