There are many ways to fĂȘte mothers on their special day,
but none are so expensive or ornate as to come close to the hand-wrought tokens
of appreciation of a young child.
If it were not for Agnes Tully Stevens’ propensity—just like
her mother—to save every token of
family regard, there wouldn’t be many of the letters, photographs, and even
ephemera of Agnes’ Chicago
lifespan from her 1888 birth to her passing nearly one hundred years later for
me to share here on A Family Tapestry.
So perhaps it is fitting to take this Mother’s Day to share
a handwritten greeting created—in booklet form containing four pages—by her then-twelve
year old son, Frank, in honor of his mother.
FLOWERSFORMOTHERMasses Heard VH. Communions VRosary IPrayers XX
M is for the mercy she possessesO means I owe her everythingT means her tendernessH means her heart of GoldE means her eyes of sunshineR means right and rightshe’ll always bePut them all togetherand they spellMotherShe is all the worldto me.
St. Anne’s SchoolMother’s DayMay 1937My Dear MotherJust a few lines to tell you I can never, never pay you for all you have done for me but I wont you to know I can and will always love, honer, and obey you.Lovingly YoursFrancis
I think that we werevery wise,To choose you for a mother.In all the wide worldof folks,We would not have another.Today is the happytimeWhen we would singa chorseOf Love and Happinessto youFor all you’ve donefor us.
Aw, so previous.
ReplyDeleteHappy Mother's Day!!
Thank you, Iggy. As you can tell, the impish and fun-loving Frank had a soft spot for his mother.
DeleteHappy Mother's Day! :)
ReplyDeleteHope your Mother's Day was sweet, Far Side!
DeletePrecious treasures!
ReplyDeleteWho would have thought they'd survive all those years to be pulled out and cherished again...by generations after Frank's been long gone....
DeleteBeautiful and dear. That will be a treasure to keep passing on.
ReplyDeleteYes, absolutely! In a way, it's sad to think this is the only way some family have of even knowing Frank, because of his untimely death. What a glimpse into the childhood heart of a man whose family saw him later in such a different light--or not at all.
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