Originally broadcast on CHED radio - Date unknown

I no doubt will get into all kinds of trouble with the men folk this morning, but here goes anyhow. I have a long advocated that this line should be written right into the marriage vows. "Thou shall not banish your spouse to the lake for two months each summer without her written consent and absolute approval.”  Every year it happens. Father sends mom and the kids to the lake. He figures it's a big treat for the little woman, a point of view that can only be changed if he himself was confined with five or six kids in a small cabin during monsoon season.  There she is, trapped in that leaky little hovel with six little tyrants from the first of July to the end of August. She has to chop wood for the stove. The wood is always wet from the rainfall the night before. She has to haul water by the pail from a pump that is six blocks away. She has to walk half a mile to the store for supplies that cost three times what they should.  She has to bed down with the brood every night at 8 because the walls don't go right to the ceiling and her after-bedtime activities would keep them awake. She has to nurse the inevitable sniffles which occur two days after they arrive at the lake because the kids won't takeoff their wet clothes. For the entire two months the sun shines only on Saturday afternoon and Sunday when "daddy"arrives from the city, and this further contributes to his impression that he's doing the little woman a favor. So gals, if at the moment you are suffering under these conditions at some lake, let me advise you to put your foot down next year and trade jobs with father for the summer. You'll be a much happier and healthier person.