Mother’s Day Keepsake

An estate sale purchase of a box of vintage goods contained the most wonderful surprise: a telegram dated May 8, 1938.

Mothers Day telegram 1938 www

Wired 76 years ago, the paper is softly faded, yet bears not the slightest tear. I imagine this telegram was stored safely in a scrapbook or empty Russell Stover candy box by the recipient, Mrs. Foquet. Perhaps Beth was her daughter, and had become a mother for the first time during the past year or the message was her way of sharing the news of her first pregnancy. Whatever the reason to Beth’s sending the telegram, Mrs. Foquet deemed it a keepsake.

My mother also kept the Mother’s Day cards she received from her six children. Following her move from the family home to a small living space, she returned to each of us the cards we’d sent her throughout our entire lives.

Such an amazing gift, to see in my own handwriting a note declaring my love and admiration for her. Written when I was nine, I shed a few tears for the days when our relationship was not so loving. With Mama long gone, it’s these Mother’s Day love notes that bring me comfort, as keepsakes do.

Mother's Day letter to Mama 1957 www

In kinship with Mrs. Foquet, I, too, deem Mother’s Day a keepsake occasion. I’m eternally grateful to my sons’ primary teachers for making sure I received their handmade gift efforts of a pencil holder/decorated orange juice can, handwritten poems copied word for word off the chalkboard, and my favorite – magnetized clothespin holders bearing their first grade school pictures, which are today still clamped to the refrigerator.

It’s interesting to note that Anna Jarvis, the creator of Mother’s Day, wouldn’t have been happy with the commercial gift-giving that is a part of today’s Mother’s Day celebration. Over 100 years old, the first Mother’s Day was organized by Anna in 1908, as a way of memorializing all mothers and their dedication to nurturing their families. As the celebration became a retailer’s holiday, Anna was known for berating those she deemed too lazy to write a personal note to the woman who’d raised them. At one point, she was arrested at a Mother’s Day celebration and charged with disturbing the peace.

Anna never married and spent her elder years in a facility. She died in 1948, without the knowledge that her care was paid for by the florist industry.

Flowers are lovely and on Mother’s Day, practically de rigueur. But when it comes to the accompanying card, Anna had it right – there is only one true gift: a handwritten note.

xx EllynAnne

Mother’s Day 2010 a Keepsake

I was not that excited with Prince Charming’s Mother’s Day plans – breakfast in Colorado Springs at this “great” place he’d read about and afterward, Cosco, because I was out of this particular oatmeal only Cosco seems to carry. As we drove north, I reminded myself how lucky I was that he didn’t suggest we breakfast at Costco on samples.

But the drive went on and on. Way past Colorado Springs, until we were an hour from Denver. “Are we having breakfast at a truck stop?” I wondered aloud, because at this point, there wasn’t anything around but prairie. Nope, he said. Just another exit or two, and we’re there.

There was a coffeeshop type place not exactly attached to a 7-11, but sort of. Stunned and figuring PC had lost it, I entered and stopped a few feet inside, glanced about and thought Costco not such a bad idea afterall. Then I heard laughter, which sounded very familiar. And seated by the front window, my boyz!

My presents were the best: handwritten notes, a framed Elvis advertisement from a 1950s magazine, this picture, and a prankster of a Prince Charming.

Mother’s Day 2010 – a keepsake.

xxea
Tie One On…an apron, of course!

Celebrating Mother’s Day with the Perfect Gift

This was last year’s Mother’s Day vintage egreeting…so charming, I hesitated spending the time sifting through a cache of old pictures in search of a new ecard for Mother’s Day 2010.

I was ready to declare last year’s card irreplaceable when I came across this telegram dated May 8, 1935:

Wired 72 years ago, the paper is softly faded, yet bears not the slightest tear. I imagine this telegram was stored safely in a scrapbook or empty Russell Stover candy box by the recipient, Mrs. Foquet. Perhaps Beth was her daughter, and had become a mother for the first time during the past year or the message was her way of sharing the news of her first pregnancy. Whatever the reason to Beth’s sending the telegram, Mrs. Foquet deemed it a keepsake.

My mother also kept the Mother’s Day cards she received from her six children. Upon her death, cardboard boxes arrived at our doorsteps, each packed with the letters and cards we’d individually sent her throughout our entire lives. Such an amazing gift, to see in my own handwriting my love and admiration for her. Written when I was nine, I shed a few tears for the days when our relationship was not so loving. The letters continue to bring me comfort, as keepsakes do.


I, too, deem Mother’s Day a keepsake occasion, especially the offerings from my sons. I’m eternally grateful to their primary teachers for making sure I received their handmade gift efforts of a pencil holder/decorated orange juice can, handwritten poems copied word for word off the chalkboard, and recipe holders, to which I glued their senior class pictures eleven years later.

It’s interesting to note that Anna Jarvis, the creator of Mother’s Day, wouldn’t have been happy with the commercial gift-giving that is a part of today’s Mother’s Day celebration. Over 100 years old, the first Mother’s Day was organized by Anna in 1908, as a way of memorializing all mothers and their dedication to nurturing their families. As the celebration became a retailer’s holiday, Ana was known for berating those she deemed too lazy to write a personal note to the woman who’d raised them. At one point, she was arrested at a Mother’s Day celebration and charged with disturbing the peace.

Anna never married and spent her elder years in a facility. She died in 1948, without the knowledge that her care was paid for by the florist industry.

Flowers are lovely and on Mother’s Day, practically de rigueur. But when it comes to the accompanying card, Anna had it right – there is only one true gift: a handwritten note.

xxea
Tie One On…an apron, of course!