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  • A gift for my mother

    2008-05-08 15:47:37

    Mother’s day is coming. Do you know anything about the history of it?

     

    In the U.S. mothers’ Day is a holiday celebrated on second Sunday in May. It is a day when children honor their mothers with cards, gifts, and flowers. First observance in Philadelphia, Pa. in 1907, it is based on suggestions by Julia Ward Howe in 1872 and by Anna Jarvis in 1907.

    Although it wasn’t celebrated in the U.S. until 1907, there were days honoring mothers even in the days of ancient Greece. In those days, however, it was Phea, the mother of the gods that was given honor.

     

    In the U.S., in 1907 Ana Jarvis, from Philadelphia, began a campaign to establish a national Mother’s Day. Jarvis persuaded her mother’s church in Grafton, West Virginia to celebrate Mother’s Day on the second anniversary of her mother’s death; the 2nd Sunday of May The next year Mother’s Day was also celebrated in Philadelphia. In 1914, made the official announcement proclaiming Mother’s Day a national observance that was to be held each year on the 2nd Sunday of May.

     

    I bought a chain bracelet on the internet this morning. It’s the first time I send a present to my mother on Mother’s Day. Although it’s a little present, I hope my mother likes it. However, she couldn’t receive my present as soon as possible and I only say “happy Mother’s Day” to my mother on line. I hope I will come back next Mother’s Day. I’d like to help mother to wash dishes, wash her hair and so on. I remember quick clear now; I often massage my mother’s back for her when I was young. Those were the days of my past.

     

    My dear mother, I have always loved you and I know I always will. Thank you for your nurture, I will always be by your side.

    Well, I have searched a graceful poem as follows:

     

    Richer Than Gold
    -- Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)
    I had a mother who read me things
    That wholesome life to the boy heart brings --
    Stories that stir with an upward touch,
    Oh, that each mother of boys were such!

    You may have tangible wealth untold;
    Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
    Richer than I you can never be --
    I had a mother who read to me.

     

    The poem for all the great mothers! May you live happily!

     

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