I got rid of all my cans and bottles at Le Mars. We were going that way anyway, so it wasn’t out of the way. I’m just glad that there is a place to take them to. Remember the kitten that was caught in the fence last fall—Pumpkin? Bethany found him not able to walk on Thursday of last week. (I still think that one goat stepped on it.) The next morning, he had died. She loves animals so this has not been good for her. Rodney was one that seemed to find baby birds that had fallen out of their nest. Even though they were cared for, they didn’t make it. We always had a funeral for them. (Floyd thought this was dumb—he came from a farm where animals were just animals.) It has been said that if you can care for an animal, you can care for humans. I really think this is true.
I looking over the Prom that was Saturday night, there were many pink dresses. A couple of weeks ago, a saleslady of prom dresses said that pink seemed to be the color this year. There was one lime green one that the wearer really looked nice. There were many shades of green as well as purple. There were not too many navy blues or blacks; however those that chose these two colors did look nice in them.
There was one that was a full shirted like what would have been in “Gone With the Wind”. She really looked nice in that dress! A good many of them were “slim” but there were many that were fitted toward the bottom. Many had all kinds of lengths of slits—some short and many long in length. Many dresses were of satin and a good many of them were covered with sequins—some on the bodice while others were completely covered with sequins. Some had long “trains”. There was one flowered short dress.
The guys wore tuxedos with matching band according to the color of dress the girl was wearing. Others wore suits. Whatever any of these young people wore, they looked nice in their choice. It was their night and choice of what to wear.
It is countdown for the schools. The month of May is a busy one! I was ready to go to the MMCRU High School Music Concert on Tuesday night at Marcus and found out it wasn’t then but two days later at Remsen! The Concert was in the Remsen Auditorium. The Auditorium was just big enough to accommodate them. The choir and band students were also given their Awards that they had earned. There were two senior choir students and four senior band students recognized for their hard work and dedication. May they take their musical talent to wherever they are going after graduation.
There is one more Spring Concert at Remsen with the Middle School students performing on Monday, May 8.
Mother’s Day is coming up. Mothers are not always biological mothers but can be a Mother to grandchildren they care for, to an adopted child, to foster children, of even a neighbor kid may think of her as a “mother”.
Mother’s Day is the second Sunday of May—May 14. Do you know how Mother’s Day originated? I was curious and went to do some research on this Day started at the initiative of Anna Jarvis. Her mother, Ann Jarvis had been a peace activist who cared for wounded soldiers on both sides of the American Civil War, and had created Mother’s Day Work Clubs to address public health issues. She and another peace activist and suffragette Julia Ward Howe had been urging for the creation of a “Mother’s Day for Peace” where mothers would ask that their husbands and sons were no longer killed in wars.
The modern holiday, “Mother’s Day” was first celebrated in 1907 when Anna Jarvis held the first Mother’s Day service of worship at a church in West Virginia. While this Day was meant for “Peace” at the liturgical service, it later turned to commercialization. Jarvis believed companies had put the emphasis of this holiday on sentiment and were profiting from it and let the companies know her feelings. In the United States, Mother’s Day remains one of the biggest days for sales of flowers, greeting cards, etc.
Hopefully the Mother’s Day articles get in the newspaper before the Sunday of Mother’s Day. As you consider ways to make this week special for your Mother, consider the following story by an anonymous author:
“A man stopped at a small flower shop to wire some flowers to his mother who lived two hundred miles away. As he got out of his car, he noticed a young girl and a scruffy looking dog sitting on the bench in front of the shop.
She looked so sad, that he asked her if she needed help. She replied that she had wanted to buy a red rose for her mother, but was seventy-five cents short of money. The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me…I’ll buy you a rose.” He bought the little girl her rose and wired flowers for his own mother.
As he got into his car, he noticed the girl, clutching the rose in one hand and the dog’s leash in the other, walking toward the edge of town. Curious, he watched as the two entered the gate of the local cemetery and placed the rose on a freshly dug grave. The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet, and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.
Many years ago I was in a beauty shop getting my hair done when an older lady came in to get hers done. She told the beauty operator she was happy her family had give her gift certificates to get her hair done. They had wanted to get her some figurines but she told them in a round-about-way that she had enough of them to dust already. Then she kind of hinted for a gift certificate for her hair or even to the local Pizza Ranch. She told us, “I could eat alone if they couldn’t find the time to eat with me.”
It isn’t always the gift that comes nicely wrapped with a pretty bow on it that is given to a person that means as much as seeing the giver, every once in a while. There are times when just being a family once again is more important than a nicely wrapped gift.
Remember in your thoughts and prayers those who have lost friends/family to death, have had their lives changed, are still struggling to make ends meet even though they have a job; help those who desire “wants” rather than “needs” that prestige isn’t everything and be with those who are still trying to shorten the distance between family/friends to build a bridge instead of a wall. Count your blessings!
I will close with a quote from H. Jackson Brown, Jr.: “Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.”