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My concept of being the perfect wife has changed since I was first married. I had many innocent impressions as to what a she was suppose to be; after all, I am from the era where Father Knows Best and Leave It to Beaver were the norm.

Yes, I do believe that that kind of family life existed, then, and now. I know this because I saw many families that were exactly this way.

In those days, most mothers were what we call "Stay-At-Home" it was the norm. Mother stayed home and took care of the home. Then there were many things to do. Now, sadly things are very different, homemakers are looked down upon, considered less informed and yes, even less important in our techno society.

Then having lived "then," I can tell you that these women were busy. What follows is a review of the perfect wife; they did exist and may still. I know a few of these women, because I lived with them. I know how they smelled and I did strive to be like these beautiful, intelligent, and dutiful women.

A day in the life of Mrs. Cleaver:

Up at six to be dressed and down stairs to put on the coffee for Mr. Cleaver. As the coffee perks, do these things:

Set the tablecloth covered table for breakfast. Now begin make Oatmeal or Cream of Wheat; the real stuff not the quick cooking. This entails putting a pot of water on to boil, measuring, and adding the dry into the wet as just the right time to prevent lumps. Stir, cook, stir, and cook.

Begin making toast by slicing the bread. This unsliced bread was kept in a breadbox, not in plastic bags. It was in the breadbox because it was probably baked at home, "store bought" bread was a luxury, that any self-respecting perfect wife did not need; butter the toast and put it in the oven to keep warm.

Get out the jelly, which she made herself.

Call the husband and kids to come to eat, at that same time putting eggs into skillet to fry, using some of the bacon drippings kept in a canister in the Frigidaire.

After the eggs are cooked perfectly, she gets the toast out of the oven sets it on the table and then scoops up the oatmeal in bowls, setting them on the table with the rest of at the meal. By now, Mr. Cleaver has emerged wearing a freshly ironed shirt, trousers and the tie she cleaned the day before.

Mr. Cleaver gives her a peck on the cheek, then settles down with his morning newspaper, and sips his coffee, which she has put cream in and set it on a saucer that matches the cup, that matches her china set. Perfect!

In prance Wally and Dennis the Menace, I mean Beaver,

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