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DEAR ABBY: I read your column every day, although it always makes me sad to hear the problems so many of your readers have with their mothers-in-law. My dear daughter-in-law, Lona Mills, sent me this poem last Mother's Day. It made me feel so good inside that I hope you will share it with your readers this Mother's Day. -- ROSALIE MILLS, KANKAKEE, ILL.
DEAR ROSALIE: What a lovely tribute. You are blessed with a daughter-in-law who considers you to be a treasure, and from the tone of your letter, it's obvious the feeling is mutual. I'm pleased to share this poem.
TO HIS MOTHER
"Mother-in-law" they say, and yet,
Somehow I simply can't forget
'Twas you who watched his baby ways,
Who taught him his first hymn of praise,
Who smiled on him with loving pride,
When he first toddled by your side.
"Mother-in-law" but oh, 'twas you
Who taught him to be kind and true;
When he was tired, almost asleep,
'Twas to your arms he used to creep.
And when he bruised his tiny knee,
'Twas you who kissed it tenderly.
"Mother-in-law" they say, and yet,
Somehow I never shall forget
How much I owe
To you, who taught him how to grow.
You trained your son to look above,
You made of him the man I love.
And so I think of that today
When with thankful heart I'll say,
"Our Mother."
-- ANONYMOUS
DEAR ABBY: For the second time, I have read the little verse in your column about singing to our little ones: "Richer than I you will never be, I had a mother who sang to me."� The verse makes me cry, but I am so happy that I was able to do that for my daughter. She was my only child, and I always sang to her while she was growing up.
She developed cancer in her 50s, and I was by her bedside for many months. She would ask me to sing to her when she was in pain and could not sleep. I would sing the beautiful old hymns, and when she was dying I was given the strength to sing softly to her.
The sadness will always be with me, but I have some great memories. -- MARY E. MATHEWS, ANTIOCH, TENN.
DEAR MARY: Please accept my sincere sympathy for the tragic loss of your daughter. Be assured the sound of her mother singing familiar melodies brought her great comfort during her last days.
Woman's Friends Stood Ready to Expose Beau's Feet of Clay
DEAR ABBY: I am in my 50s and have been a widow for several years. Two years ago, I met a man at church (I'll call him Bob) with whom I fell in love. We were very close and enjoyed each other's company. After almost two years, Bob called it quits, saying the relationship wasn't going anywhere. He wanted marriage, but I was in no hurry. I was financially set after my husband's death, and I liked the freedom that came from not being married.
After the breakup, my friends and relatives came out of the woodwork. One of them knew him professionally and said he had a very poor reputation in the community and was not respected by his peers. She also said he was known to date only women with money. It seems everyone in the family knew this except me. I asked why no one had said anything before, and they said they thought I wouldn't believe them because I seemed so in love. However, they also said that if Bob and I had announced marriage plans, they would have stepped in.
I have mixed feelings about their knowing all this and discussing it behind my back, but I'm thankful they were ready to jump in to keep me from making a mistake.
I just want your readers to know that if they find themselves in a situation similar to mine, they should listen with an open mind to people who love them. It could save them from making a terrible mistake. -- LUCKY TO BE SO LOVED
DEAR LUCKY: Your friends and relatives managed the situation wisely. They were ready to unfurl the safety net if need be, but unless and until you were about to make a serious mistake, they didn't interfere. You are fortunate, indeed, to be so loved.
DEAR ABBY: This is in response to the man in Fort Lauderdale who sweeps his hair over his bald spot and embarrasses his wife with his foot-long "flag" of hair streaming in the breeze when they go boating.
I can't believe your answer about consulting a hair stylist or visiting a specialist about a hair transplant operation or getting a hairpiece.
Did it occur to either of you that the simple solution is to buy him a sporty yachting cap -- you know the kind, with the gold braid? It will work. Trust me. -- ROBERT DOYLE, LAS VEGAS, NEV.
DEAR ROBERT: Hats off to you -- and to other readers who suggested that the writer simply buy her husband a hat. However, the wife was not complaining only about her husband's hair on the boat. She was complaining because he insisted on living in a state of denial. Wearing a hat is a temporary solution at best because hats are not acceptable in all situations. Facing the problem head on and dealing with it is a better solution.
DEAR ABBY: I heard a good one recently that I thought you might like to pass along in the name of good clean fun:
A 6-year-old visited a retirement home with her Brownie troop and was recounting her adventure to her mother. "I saw a 103-year-old man with a cat, and a woman who was 104!" said the child. "I even talked to a woman who was 108!" Amazed, the mother asked her how she knew their ages. Her daughter replied, in a tone that made it clear the answer should have been obvious even to an adult, "Mommy, it was written on their doors." -- JACK THE JOKER
DEAR JACK: Thanks for the laugh. One nice thing about telling a clean joke is there's a good chance no one's heard it before!
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Husband's Newfound Virility Is More Than Enough for Wife
DEAR ABBY: I'm a 65-year-old woman. My husband is 68. For the past seven years my husband (I'll call him Earl) hasn't been able to perform in the bedroom. To be honest, that didn't bother me one bit. Six months ago he decided to have an implant. Now he thinks he's a young stud again. He pesters me to death and wants sex four or five times a week, when once a week is more than I can handle.
My best friend, "Mildred," has been widowed for more than a year. She keeps telling me to send Earl over to her house as she has been starving since her husband died. I know she's very clean and free of any disease. I told her that I would write to you, and if you gave your approval, I would agree.
I'm not afraid of losing Earl, as Mildred isn't good-looking at all and she's a terrible cook. (My husband enjoys eating.)
Please answer this in your column because Earl picks up the mail, but neither he nor Mildred reads your column. -- PESTERED WIFE IN PHOENIX
DEAR PESTERED: Don't agree to the arrangement. If Earl and Mildred are "cooking on all burners" in the bedroom, you might be surprised to find he's less preoccupied with what's coming out of the kitchen. And as for having nothing to fear because Mildred isn't at all good-looking -- let me remind you what Benjamin Franklin said: "All cats are gray in the dark." I urge you to keep the home fires burning, and if Mildred says she's "starving," tell her to order take-out.
DEAR ABBY: Last year when I graduated from high school, my Aunt Loraine, who lives across the country from me and couldn't attend the ceremony, sent me a lovely congratulations card, a generous check, and a copy of your "Keepers" booklet. It was terrific.
I have begun receiving announcements from my friends who were a grade behind me. I'm in college and money is tight, but I'd like to give them a little remembrance, and I thought about your booklet since I enjoyed it so much.
Abby, I loaned my booklet to a girlfriend who's attending college in Berkeley, so I don't have the address to order them. Would you please print the address again? Not just for me, but also for others who would like to send the booklets to graduates. Thanks. -- ANITA IN NORTH CAROLINA
DEAR ANITA: I'm pleased to do it. Many people have discovered that mini-books and pamphlets make terrific add-ons to other gifts. As a matter of fact, yesterday I received a request from a woman who wanted to send the booklets to several of her grandnieces and grandnephews who are graduating from college. She said she was living on a limited income, and the booklets were great value for the dollar and so inspiring that she would be proud to send them. So for both you and the thoughtful aunty, the information is as follows:
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