I wish the bests to all the mother's in the world.
I love you all and nothing says I love my mother like the Intruders I'LL ALWAYS LOVE MY MOMMA.
Go to this URL to feel the love.
To hear the Intruders' I ALWAYS LOVED MY MOMMA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GjxlguPYo0
According to Wikipedia the First Mother's Day was established as a 'Mother's Day for Peace' by Anna Jarvis from Virginia in honor of her mother, Ann, who had been a pacifist during the Civil War and to re-unite families separated by the War to Free the Slaves.
According to the Anna Jarvis Museum in Webster the daughter had received her inspiration after a Sunday service when her mother shut the New Testament and said, "I hope and pray that someone, sometime, will found a memorial mothers day commemorating her for the matchless service she renders to humanity in every field of life. She is entitled to it."
After her mother's demise in 1905 Anna Jarvis had petitioned the government to grant a holiday to all mothers and President Woodrow Wilson had signed the law enacting Mother's Day in 1914 just before the advent of the Great War.
Anna Jarvis had been appalled by the instant commercialization of the holiday.
"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 pretty sentiment."
Jarvis had fought to honor her mother by protesting at 1925 Confectioners Convention in Philadelphia, where the police arrested her for disturbing the peace.
Anna Jarvis gave her all to protect her mother's ideals.
She was rewarded with ridicule, destitution,and incarceration for the final four years of her life at the Marshall Square Sanitarium in Chester PA. Her medical bills were shared by the cardmakers and candy purveyors of America, who now earn $22 billion from the holiday
Personally I believe Jarvis' version of undying love for one's mother.
Love to all mothers.
Love is all.
Mothers, grandmothers, and daughters too. Everything on this planet comes from the stars. Every living creature comes from the ocean. All of us come a mother 's womb, save for amoebae and their like who are birthed from themselve.
Bless Anna Jarvis.
Beloved of Ann Reeves Jarvis.
November 1978
The East Village lays west of the East River. Alice and I lived at 256 East 10th Street. I was in love with the hillbilly actress. Alice was a little bit country and a lot of David Bowie.
In the light of the false dawn I marveled at the marble whiteness of her naked skin and how she breathed like Pygmalion struggling for life.
Alice liked sleeping in late. I wished I could do the same. I was an insomniac and most mornings I lay awake and listened for the Concorde's massive engines roaring from JFK across Brooklyn to Manhattan. During take-off the Olympus 593 turbojetRolls-Royce/Bristol Siddeley screamed fighting to lift the SST into the sky. Destination either Heathow in London or Charles De Gaulle Aeroport outside Paris.
Top speed was more than twice the sound of speed.
Passengers paid.
Occasionally Alice woke and murmured, "I wish I was heading to Paris."
The price of a one-way ticket was $7500 or twice the yearly income of most Americans. Neither was us could afford the flight, yet every morning I embraced the power of its engines and fell asleep dreaming of the Eiffel Tower in the afternoon
She never said 'we'.
For my mother's birthday I booked a flight to Boston on Pan-Am. A surprise visit of her second son.
12:05 take-off. No time to waste. I kissed Alice good-bye and caught a taxi to JFK.
The previous day a snow storm covered the highway approaches to JFK. My watch ate away the minutes, as the taxi crawled down the Grand Central Parkway. We finally arrived at 11:5O. I ran up to the desk and handed the female clerk my ticket and she said, "Our flight to Boston to pulled away from the departure gate three minutes ago."
"I was trying to surprise my mother for Mother's Day."
She picked up the phone and said, "Just a second. maybe I can get you on the plane. It's a long shot, but I'm Irish like you and we believe in long shots and a mother's love."
She whispered into phone and smiled, "We're going to drive you out to the plane. It's a prop and has easy access to the cabin. Go and go fast."
A security guard approached the gate and she order him to get me on the plane. "Peace."
We ran to the gate. A Pan-Am van waited for us. I could see my flight, but also the Air France Concorde ready for tomorrow morning, but I wasn't interested in the Eiffel Tower or the Bourbon palace Versailles and boarded the Fairchild F-27. I sat. I buckled up. We taxied by the SST and within minutes were airborne bound for my old hometown. After the pilot announced the flight lasted forty-five minutes the stewardess offered me a beer.
"Could I have two?"
Of course. Anything for the loving son."
"Two Heinekens."
We floated over Long Island and I thought they could have never pulled this trick on the Concorde, then again I wasn't going to Paris. I was a New Englander and a son visiting his family in his hometownn.
Falmouth Foresides, Maine 1957.
My mother in bliss.
A summer afternoon with her kids and my father.
We were a happy family.
Then now and forever.
I'm on the far right.
Eight years from my first beer.
Happy Mother's Day.
We all had one.
Falmouth Foresides, Maine 1957
My mother in bliss.
A summer afternoon with her kids and my father.
We were a happy family.
Then now and forever.
I'm on the far right.
8 years from my first beer.
Happy Mother's Day.
We all had one.
A mother. Not a beer.
According to Wikipedia the First Mother's Day was established as a "Mother's Day for Peace". The pacifism campaign was subverted in 1908 by Anna Jarvis celebrating her late mother in West Virginia and commercial interests recognized the money-making capabilities of a holiday promoting the sale of flowers, cards, and candies.
Jarvis fought to honor her mother.
Police arrested her in 1948 for protesting the crass commercialization of Mother's Day.
Personally I believe Jarvis' version of undying love for one's mother.
Love to all mothers.
According to Wikipedia the First Mother's Day was established as a "Mother's Day for Peace". The pacifism campaign was subverted in 1908 by Anna Jarvis celebrating her late mother in West Virginia and commercial interests recognized the money-making capabilities of the holiday promoting flowers, cards, and candies. Jarvis later railed against the crass commercialization of Mother's Day. Police arrested her in 1948 for protesting it.
Personally I believe in peace as I do the love for my mother.
Love to all mothers.
Falmouth Foresides, Maine 1957
My mother in bliss.
A summer afternoon with her kids and my father.
We were a happy family.
Then now and forever.
I'm on the far right.
Eight years from my first beer.
Happy Mother's Day.
We all had one.
