New milestone…. no kids home for mother’s day. (This was taken at Thanksgiving.)
No breakfast out, no cards…
So what’s up with that? Lulu gets a pass because she was gonna come home for the weekend, but I had Lupus crap to deal with and a final exam to prep for. She wasn’t too bummed cuz she wanted to hang with the BF (boy friend, not best friend) also commonly called “the boy”. She was given an out.
Emilie had been up earlier in the week, and she had finals coming at college, and well, she is in college and frat parties are more fun then mum.
Both girls called.
Bub, on the other hand…. well lets just say that he does not like any holiday.
I didn’t go home to see my mother either. She lives in Dedham Mass. in the same house I grew up in. I found a record (on Ebay) of my grandfather reading Winnie the Pooh stories to the Milton Academy Lower School in the Mid 70’s, and I had a CD made so we could hear it. I sent her a copy of it and a card. My grandfather died in 1978, so it has been 31 years since she has heard his voice. The recording is really wonderful. She enjoyed it.
So who made up this day anyhow? Here it is!
Anna Jarvis was born in the tiny town of Webster in Taylor County, West Virginia. She was the daughter of Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis. The family moved to nearby Grafton, West Virginia in her childhood.
On May 12, 1907, two years after her mother’s death, she held a memorial to her mother and thereafter embarked upon a campaign to make “Mother’s Day” a recognized holiday. She succeeded in making this nationally recognized in 1914. The International Mother’s Day Shrine was established in Grafton to commemorate her accomplishment.
By the 1920s, Anna Jarvis had become soured by the commercialization of the holiday. She incorporated herself as the Mother’s Day International Association, trademarked the phrases “second Sunday in May” and “Mother’s Day”, and was once arrested for disturbing the peace. She and her sister Ellsinore spent their family inheritance campaigning against the holiday. Both died in poverty. Jarvis, says her New York Times obituary, became embittered because too many people sent their mothers a printed greeting card. As she said,
A printed card means nothing except that you are too lazy to write to the woman who has done more for you than anyone in the world. And candy! You take a box to Mother—and then eat most of it yourself. A petty sentiment!
Anna Marie Jarvis never married and had no children. She died in West Chester, Pennsylvania, and is buried in West Laurel Hill Cemetery, Bala Cynwyd, Pennsylvania.
So there is the story and I am sticking to it.
