1945: An American Housewife’s New Year’s Resolution

An American Housewife’s New Year’s Resolution (for 1945)

I, an American housewife in this crucial year of the war, resolve to put forth the greatest effort of which I am capable for victory and a permanent peace.

I will buy only things that I need, and pay ceiling prices and no more. I will lend to my government, for war bonds and stamps, every penny that I can spare.

I will permit no American boy fighting for me and my country to suffer on the battlefield for lack of a tin syrette because I did not save tin cans. I will let no boy be deprived of properly packed food and supplies because I was negligent in saving paper. I will save every drop of precious used fat so urgently needed in munitions, military medicines and civilian essentials.

If I cannot work in a war job, I will give a part of my time as a nurse’s aide, rolling bandages or in other useful Red Cross activity. I will give in this year, one pint of blood to the Red Cross blood bank.

I will not travel, except in emergency, until the war is over.

As casualties mount in the desperate fighting, I will keep my courage high, and my faith strong; I will close my ears to intolerance and speak in defense of my fellow men of all races and all creeds in an effort to add voice to the desire of free peoples everywhere for a better world.

I will guard my tongue from careless talk, and act cautiously to prevent the mounting toll of accidents.

I will guard my pen in writing my loved ones in the armed services, knowing well that his morale in battle springs from word of home.

This is my New Year’s resolution for 1945.

Next post at noon.

4 Responses

  1. shiny

    Some of it, definitely.

    I save a lot of fat already. Unfortunately, it’s attached to my hips, and doesn’t do our armed services any good at all.

    I had to look up “syrette”: A trademark used for a collapsible tube having an attached hypodermic needle containing a single dose of medicine.

  2. sea town

    Amazing to think of all the sacrifices of the WWII generation, at home, too. No travel except for emergencies? Try enforcing that today.

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