Mothering Sunday or Mothers' Day: In Celebration of my Mother & Mothers Everywhere; A Tribute & a Poem

Mum with parents-in-law
Mum with parents-in-law | Source

Mothers' Day

In Britain, Mothering Sunday, or Mothers’ Day, is held on the fourth Sunday of Lent, exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday. It is usually late March or occasionally early April. In many other countries it’s the second Sunday in May.

It’s a day for honouring mothers, grandmothers, stepmothers and mothers-in-law or anyone who takes a mother's place. Sons and daughters make a special effort to visit or to send cards and gifts, or maybe to take mothers out for lunch or for tea.

Schools, pre-schools and other children’s groups often encourage the youngsters to make cards and gifts for their mothers.


History

Originally people used to return to the church where they were baptised or attended regularly as a child. It created a family reunion in towns or villages. Those who worked as servants were given the day off in order to visit their mothers, when they would take a gift of food or hand-me-down clothing from their employers.

My own mother deserves recognition for her rôle not only in my life but in many others’.


Mum

Norah, my mother, in front of her piano
Norah, my mother, in front of her piano | Source

Mother of Mine: Norah, 13 June 1923 - 5 Dec 2008

I am a mother, as are my two daughters, and I am a grandmother. Due to those rôles, I appreciate far more now what my own mother did for me, what her life was like and how lovely she was.

Norah, neé Marshall, died aged 85. As each Mothering Sunday approaches, instead of offering her a card and flowers as I used to, I offer her my extra-special thoughts and thanks. I look back to my childhood and remember the joy she brought me and our family.


My Mother's Father

Maternal Grandfather and Me
Maternal Grandfather and Me | Source

Home

Born and brought up in Hove, Sussex, she was an only child and attended Cromwell Road School. She enjoyed English, drawing, French and, most of all, Music. Her music teacher recognised her talent at the piano and gave her lessons.

She longed to go to the RSA in London to study music but her parents couldn’t afford it. Granddad was a painter and decorator, as well as his daughter’s idol and mentor. He was a gentle soul; I remember his quiet demeanor and his pipe. As I sat on his knee he would blow slow smoke rings up to the ceiling. I was spellbound. Of course no one realised then how much they could have harmed my health. He died when I was 5 and my mother was distraught.


Wartime Eggs for Breakfast

She recounted many times a story of her father’s lateness one night during the war. He was in the Home Guard; she feared for him every time he was out on duty. One night he didn’t come home. The following morning he sauntered in and, after a severe reprimand from wife and daughter, explained that he’d had eggs for breakfast with some Canadian soldiers. Eggs were rationed so that was sheer luxury and of course it would have been rude to refuse!


In a Ditch with a Soldier

A story Mum regarded as rather risqué, told amidst blushes, was when she was walking along with a soldier, a friend of her cousin, and there was an air-raid. Nowhere near a shelter, the good-looking soldier threw her unceremoniously into the roadside ditch and protected her with his body. Ummm.... I think I believe her!


In Uniform

A member of the WAF
A member of the WAF

Wartime Activity

As a young woman, Mum was in the WAAFs (Women’s Auxiliary Air Force). She was stationed in Cosham near Portsmouth and, as she had sewing skills, was in a group of girls who made silk patchwork for the manufacture of barrage balloons. These balloons were tethered to the ground and floated above certain sites to impair the approach of enemy aircraft.

Portsmouth harbour was the centre for the Royal Navy so was pin-pointed for many an air-raid.


Amateur Dramatics

Script Reading
Script Reading | Source

Romance at Church

Norah met her future husband through friends at church. They married on Boxing Day 1949, though not at that church which refused to marry them as Dad was divorced. She never forgave them and did not attend church often after that.

Dad was involved with the local amateur dramatic club (playwright and director!), so Mum happily joined in, making costumes and helping with props.


Holiday by the Sea

Mum & Dad in Wind-swept Blackpool
Mum & Dad in Wind-swept Blackpool | Source

Future Parents-in-law

Mum was taken up to see her future parents-in-law in Yorkshire. A southern lass, she found it bitterly cold! I have photos of them, windswept, in Blackpool with Dad’s sister and her husband. They look happy enough! Some of you are probably thinking, ‘Blackpool isn’t in Yorkshire.’ You’re absolutely right of course. They made a holiday out of it and had a little detour over the border to the Red Rose side of the Pennines!


Her Heart's Desire

A Steinway Grand Piano
A Steinway Grand Piano | Source

Music, Music, Music

A huge part of Mum’s life was her love of all genres of music. As a gifted pianist she used to play duets with a friend, to raise money for charity; I remember attending some of their evening get-togethers.

As a young player, she once accompanied George Chisholm, a well-known trumpet playing jazz musician. She told everyone how charming and kind he was.

She adored the compositions of Rachmaninov and Chopin. Also in her repertoire were Mozart, Brahms, Gershwin and the Beatles! She was no snob, her eclectic tastes extending to the Beach Boys, Joni Mitchell, Simon & Garfunkel and many others. At least the records (yes, vinyl!) I played at home were tolerated and often liked too. My sister (Dad’s first daughter) was already into Cliff Richard and Duane Eddy so we had great fun in the holidays.

My knowledge of classical music was therefore not too bad and I can recognise those composers’ music to this day.


Chopin's Statue

Chopin & his wife - Singapore Botanical Gardens
Chopin & his wife - Singapore Botanical Gardens | Source

A Sign?

Strangely, the time I went abroad just after Mum died, we were in the Botanical Gardens in Singapore and there was a new statue of Chopin and his wife - was that a sign Mum didn’t mind that I’d left her on ice whilst we were away? I feel that needs an explanation.

She died unexpectedly quickly after I’d already booked a flight to Australia. With my family’s blessing I took that holiday and we arranged the funeral for my return. She wouldn’t have minded, that I know.

Let’s get back to her life, when I entered onto the scene in 1951.


Fun on the Beach

Sandcastles with Mum, on Hove Beach
Sandcastles with Mum, on Hove Beach | Source

My Arrival

Mum pushed me, gently as ever I’m sure, into this world in Shoreham-by-Sea hospital, near Hove, Sussex. We lived in a small rented house in Mile Oak.

It was 4 years later when we moved to Hurstpierpoint, a village beneath the north slopes of the South Downs, where my childhood flourished, where so many of my memories are based.


Perfect Childhood

Dad bought our first home, a bungalow. I had a marvelous childhood there. Mum spent all her time looking after us, tending to my cuts and bruises, defending me, consoling me if I was sad. I only once saw her angry. A girl who lived nearby decided one day to stick a kitchen knife in my arm; I only remember surprise and to this day have no idea why she did it. Maybe just to see what happened, like children do sometimes. My mother stormed up to the girl’s house, spoke to her mother and told me never to spend time with her again. That was it, subject closed!

We giggled a lot, especially when my sister was there for the holidays. Mum was more than happy to look after her and they got on famously. In fact, it was my sister, as a lay reader, who conducted Mum’s funeral.


Making Memories

Victorian Christmas Decoration - a bon-bon bag
Victorian Christmas Decoration - a bon-bon bag | Source
Patchwork Cushion - each hexagon tells a story
Patchwork Cushion - each hexagon tells a story | Source

Other Talents

Also an accomplished seamstress, Mum made my clothes, assembled beautiful interior furnishings for our sitting room and made similar articles for others; patchwork cushion covers, fitted covers and curtains. Her embroidery was exquisite.

For the children, she made this Victorian tree decoration out of shot silk and velvet. The patchwork cushion told many stories; each piece was from one of her or my dresses, or a settee cover or some curtains.

Later, she worked for an interior decorators' business in Brighton. Her claim to fame was making some furnishings to go into Laurence Olivier's flat on the sea front!


Walks & Gardening

We spent many a weekend walking on the South Downs, in the deciduous woodlands, picking primroses and bluebells (forbidden now as they are protected thank goodness) and visiting friends and relatives.

Mum loved gardening. Her favourites were convolvulus, delphiniums, daffodils and cornflowers. We always had a garden strewn with colour, seemingly random but well planned. She wasn’t that keen on the weeding though.


Delphiniums

Author: Delphine Ménard
Author: Delphine Ménard | Source

A Mother's Day Gift

Coincidentally prior to one Mothers’ Day, she’d expressed her love of delphiniums and wanting some for the garden. I’d spotted some in the village garden shop, so with most of my pocket money I bought a large tray of about 15 seedlings and balanced them on the basket of my bicycle all the way home. She was overjoyed and I was so happy. Rarely demonstrative with her emotions, she was caught by surprise that day and her enthusiasm overflowed.


Sport

Though not that sporty, Mum did enjoy a game of tennis. I loved it so we played now and then. I found out that she could pack a punch when needed!

We spent a couple of holidays with her cousin’s family and tried skiing. Mum had a crack at it but let’s just say it wasn’t her favourite pastime!


Mount Snowdon, North Wales

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Holidays in North Wales

An aunt of hers lived in Llanberis, North Wales. A few summers on the trot, we stayed there for a week or so. It was near a slate quarry and at night I was often woken up by the blasts of dynamite; a little scary for a six or seven year old.

We once took the rack and pinion train up Mount Snowdon (2nd highest peak in Britain); it was a misty view but exciting for me. We also bought a platform ticket for the station with the longest name:

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch

Welsh has a phonetic alphabet but if you don't know it, it's difficult! If you want to know how to pronounce that name, go to http://www.llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.co.uk/say.php


A Move of 100 yards!

Still in the same village, we moved nearer to its centre, due to Dad’s work as an ophthalmic optometrist. Mum was his secretary and we had one of the first telephones in the village! She had to deal with a few awkward customers but, ever the calm, tolerant lady, she rose above it and smoothed any troubled waters.

My maternal grandmother came to live with us in that house; one of the most uncomfortable times for all of us. Eventually she went to the local nursing home. Looking after her mother caused much stress and tension to all of us and Mum developed depression.

She tried not to let it show and remained up-beat for me; we often went shopping and she indulged a fashion-conscious teenager. The dresses she made for the Summer Balls at college were admired by all my friends!


A House by the Sea - a bit bigger than ours!

The Elms, Rottingdean; Kipling's house for a few years.
The Elms, Rottingdean; Kipling's house for a few years.

Rottingdean

Fortunately, she went back to her usual self when we later moved to Rottingdean, a pretty Sussex-flint village on the coast east of Brighton, a town Rudyard Kipling loved and where he lived for a while. I was at teacher training college then; they did tell me about the move, in case you wondered!

True to form, Mum always welcomed my friends; she knew many of them from my school days. They loved coming to my house and often said they wished their parents were like mine - what a compliment! Mum was happy to fill the house. I don’t remember her ever raising her voice and rarely saw her cross.


From Cared for to Carer

Of course, I eventually moved away from home, was married and had my children. She helped me look after them when I was working and loved being with them; they adored her.

Mum and Dad moved in with me and when Dad died, Mum continued to stay with me. When looking after herself became difficult, I did my best to help her. She always appreciated what people did for her.

She died in hospital, in her sleep, at the age of 85.


The Music Played On

For my mother’s funeral, the coffin was carried in to the strains of her beloved Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No.2 in C Minor. She was cremated and we left the chapel listening to her other love, Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue.


Trees & Flowers

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So that's why I was a tomboy!An early love of flowers.
So that's why I was a tomboy!
So that's why I was a tomboy! | Source
An early love of flowers.
An early love of flowers. | Source

Happy Memories

Her gentleness, modesty and tolerance remain with me as a lasting memory of her character. Haunting strains of her playing the piano return to me whenever I hear elsewhere those pieces she played so often.

She was my comfort, my firm base in a crazy world, she had a wicked sense of humour and practical skills aplenty. She could write and she could draw and there we were closest in interests and abilities.

Manners were important and she helped me to be less shy by telling me, ''When you're introduced to someone, shake their hand firmly and look them in the eye." I always remember that one.

She taught with patience and with a quiet determination. I would have done well to follow her lead more often. We don't always realise such things when we're young.

I miss her still and wish I could talk to her now.


Young & Beautiful

In the back garden of her childhood home.
In the back garden of her childhood home. | Source

A Poem

This poem refers to a large photo of my mother, in a huge frame, which hung on the wall of the 'best' room in my grandparents' house. I loved it; when my grandmother moved out, the picture must have been put somewhere or maybe my mother got rid of it. I don't know why because it was lovely. I wish I'd realised at the time and asked if I could have it; sadly, it's far too late now.



To Mum

Where is it now, that wonderful picture I saw

of you, on the wall as I glanced through the door?

Wavy golden tresses flowed to your waist

past a gentle smile on a wistful face.

The sepia tone set you way back in history;

for this little girl, your youth was a mystery.

Your beauty held me spellbound with joy,

I asked to go up there on any fake ploy,

to Gran’s room which was used for just special days

for taking tea, airing the best silver trays.

I wish I had that unique picture of you

to display in my house, but I haven’t a clue

what became of it when my Grandmother left.

Did you keep it? It means I’m forever bereft

of an image you must have got rid of, thrown out,

in your modesty thinking it was worth, what? nowt?!

To me it was worth a child’s wonder and awe

for it lifted my heart as I smiled from that door.

That face with its innocence, softness and charm,

her life still to come, many joys, yes, some harm.

That girl who did much to light up others’ hearts

became a dear wife, loving mother, played parts

which left an impression in so many ways.

She’ll be in my heart till the end of my days.


Copyright annart/AFC 2015


A must-read for any Mother

A five-year-old boy challanges his mother about the world he's only seen on television.
A five-year-old boy challenges his mother about the world he's only seen on television.

Well-known Mothers

The figure who immediately comes to mind is Mary, the Madonna, the mother of Christ, revered and worshipped by Christians and others.

There are notable mothers in literature. For example:

Mrs Weasley in the ‘Harry Potter’ series by JK Rowling, wonderfully portrayed by Julie Walters in the films.

The mother in E Nesbit’s ‘The Railway Children’ is a kind, strong, lovely mother who guides her children along the moral path despite worrying about their absent father who finally returns for a happy ending.

Lady Bracknell in Oscar Wilde’s ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’ provides a larger than life comedy character, famous for the line ‘A handbag?!’ (pronounce it as ‘hendbairg’ with a high-pitched posh accent, ascending on the final syllable). Her son was found in one!

Meryl Streep plays a dotty, head-strong mother in ‘Mama Mia!’, the film based on Abba’s hit and including many of their songs. She’s a wonderful mother but hasn’t a clue which of three possible fathers is the real one.

A totally batty but much-loved mother is Gerald Durrell’s in his autobiographical story ‘My Family and other Animals’. Hilarious!

If you want to read about a rôle no mother would wish to take on, then try ‘Room’ by Emma Donoghue. She struggles to bring up her son imprisoned in a locked room with one small skylight, until he’s 5. Hats off to her!


Sources

You can listen to Rachmaninov and read more here:

http://www.classicfm.com/composers/rachmaninov/music/sergei-rachmaninov-piano-concerto-no2-c-minor/#Y6W7CtTd2lSJT4dI.99

If, when listening to the sublime second movement, you think you might have heard the tune somewhere else before, take a listen to the ballad 'All By Myself' by Eric Carmen. The song was based on Rachmaninov’s melody.

Information on Mothering Sunday:

http://www.timeanddate.com/holidays/uk/mothering-sunday

PLEASE READ: Theresa's (FaithReaper) hub here: http://faithreaper.hubpages.com/hub/Celebrating-Women-Happy-Womens-Day-March-8th


How do you Celebrate Mothering Sunday?

Do you give your mother.... or do you receive as a mother.........

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annart 12 months ago from SW England Author

gerimcclym: Thank you for reading and for your kind comment. It must be hard being overseas but it's great you contact her regularly. Glad you enjoyed this.

Ann


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gerimcclym 12 months ago from Colorado

What a beautiful tribute to your mother. Thank you for sharing this. My mother lives overseas so I normally send her a nice card and I will sometimes call her as well.


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annart 19 months ago from SW England Author

Hello again, Mary! Thank you for another visit. It seems that our mothers had quite a bit in common.

Glad you had a good day yesterday. Family is lovely, isn't it? I'm itching to get back to mine; we're going home tomorrow.

Ann


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mary615 19 months ago from Florida

This is such a beautiful tribute to your Mother! Mine died at the age of 52 quite unexpectedly. I still miss her. My mother played piano, too and I inherited her talent. She also loved gardening, and taught me how to grow flowers and also to sew!

I only wish she could have lived to have seen our family grow. She would have been SO proud.

I was treated to a wonderful family dinner on my special day yesterday. My daughters are just too good to me!

Voted this UP and shared. Also Pinned.


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annart 19 months ago from SW England Author

whonu: Yes, mothers are special. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Ann


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whonunuwho 19 months ago from United States

Our mothers deserve the greatest tribute imaginable. Thank you for sharing this. whonu


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annart 20 months ago from SW England Author

Rangoon House: Thank you for your kind comment. I think about my mother often and fortunately I have many photos of her. Yes, thank you, I had a wonderful Mothering Sunday.

Your visit is much appreciated.


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Rangoon House 20 months ago from Australia

This is a beautiful, heartfelt tribute to your mother and one which you can often refer back to yourself when you want to spend more time with her. I hope your Mothering Day was very special.


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annart 20 months ago from SW England Author

Thanks, Catherine. That makes me feel much better!

Ann


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CatherineGiordano 20 months ago from Orlando Florida

Don't read too much in to it. I am discovering that it is common among older adults. Friends have told me they have the same symptoms that I do. I have forgotten how to spell and sometimes I will intend to type a word, but instead type a similar sounding word. For instance, I wrote arise instead of arrive. But on the other hand ...


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annart 20 months ago from SW England Author

Thank you, Catherine. It is sad but I know several people who have said they didn't understand a father or mother until they became one themselves. It certainly does give us extra insight doesn't it?

From one grammarian to another, having read your comment I then briefly glanced at my answer to Peg below it and saw a glaring spelling mistake! I have written 'cease the day' instead of 'seize the day'! Oh, how mortified I am as it's too late to correct it now - shame on me! I'm going to say that it was a typo. That explains away many sins. What was my brain doing?

Hopefully none of us will be 'ceasing the day' just yet.

Ann


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CatherineGiordano 20 months ago from Orlando Florida

Such a lovely tribute to your mother. I did not understand my own mother until I became a mother myself. My mother was gone by then.


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thank you, Peg, for your lovely comments. I'm lucky to have such photos as my Dad was a prolific photographer. Sadly, there aren't so many of him, for obvious reasons!

I love it when people say things like 'I nodded..'; it makes me feel as though the reader is really involved so thank you again.

Funny how there are some similar hubs about at the moment, looking back and encouraging everyone to 'cease the day' and make the most of being together and showing our love to those who are closest.

Lovely to see you here. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.

Ann


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PegCole17 21 months ago from Dallas, Texas

Your Mum was a special lady and quite beautiful. I loved the photo of her in her uniform and the large one that you wrote the poem about. This lovely tribute to her memory made me nod my head when I read about her making your clothes and the reaction of the church when they were to be married. I liked the story about the soldier in a ditch, too. Thanks for sharing this touching memento of her life and the vintage pictures that really captured the message.


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

manatita: Thank you for your sweet words, for myself and for my mother.

I hope you get round to the poetry; I'll look forward to reading it.

It sounds as though you have a wonderful centre; I'm sure you do much good. Best wishes for everyone for tomorrow, Mums and everyone!

Ann


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manatita44 21 months ago from london

Ann, I have to say that you were superb, as your Hub came over as thoughtful, caring and with much love. Exactly the kind of Hub to write for one's mom.

I had planned to do one in poetry, but so far, at 2000 hrs, I have not started and have lots to do. I'd probably do it tomorrow, God's willing.

My loving thoughts and all good wishes, to your mom in Paradise.

ps. To answer your question, I am part of an international body of spiritual people. So we celebrate at our Centre. I also recognise many friends and relatives, either through gifts, phone calls or sweet words. I am almost certain to visit my aunt tomorrow, Inshal'lah.


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thank you, Flourish, for your lovely comments. Glad you enjoyed this and it took you down memory lane a little.

Good to see you today.

Ann


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FlourishAnyway 21 months ago from USA

Both your memories of your mother and the images were beautiful, Ann. Your poem strikes a similar chord in me. This was a very special hub.


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thanks, Nell. Maybe they did meet; that would certainly have been cool!

I lived in the Portsmouth area for a while and go back to the Brighton area now and then.

Thanks for reading and adding your input.

Ann


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Nell Rose 21 months ago from England

Hi Ann, my mum was in the Waafs too! She was stationed at North Weald and then Biggin hill. They may have met up at one time, now wouldn't that have been lovely? Reading your words took me back to my childhood too, so many similarities, the music, my mum played piano, the coast, we always visited brighton and Margate a couple of times a year, and so on. this was wonderful! I hope you have an amazing Mothers Day too.


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thank you, Dora. I appreciate your lovely comment. Funny how life throws coincidences at us (like the statue). Glad you liked the poem.

Ann


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MsDora 21 months ago from The Caribbean

What a beautiful tribute to your mother and others. You are blessed with these precious memories. The part about traveling between her death and her funeral and meeting the Chopin statue is especially interesting, as are so many other details. Lovely poem!


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Phyllis, what a lovely story of your mother. It's so good to have all those memories and your mother obviously had a wonderful family around her. Thank you for sharing that.

I'm glad you enjoyed reading this. Thanks for stopping by.

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Hello, Maj! Lovely input from you and I'm glad I've reminded you of such things. Mothers' Day is more commercial here now too, more's the pity. It's such a personal thing that outside shouldn't interfere, I feel.

Hope you manage to get back to the bluebells; make it quick as they're aren't so many real 'wild' ones left, though you can see those lovely blue hazes in the woods still.

Great to see you today!

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thank you, Alicia. I seem to have evoked lots of memories for others which is great. Glad you like this.

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Jackie, thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed this.

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Theresa, you're lovely! What a beautiful comment. We're both lucky to have had such wonderful mothers. I'm glad this touched you.

My Mum also wasn't keen on having her photo taken but because my father was such an avid photographer, she couldn't get away from it!

Do please link this to your hub and I will return the favour (which I meant to do originally, sorry!).

Remembering both our Mums,

Ann


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Phyllis Doyle 21 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

I love reading tributes -d yours is so wonderful and interesting, Ann. It is an endearing work of love for your beloved mother. Thank you for sharing these memories. My mother passed away two days after Thanksgiving in 2011. It was a beautiful Thanksgiving for her, with all her children and grandchildren gathered round her bed, laughing, chatting, talking memories, and enjoying a great dinner. Two days later she was gone.

On Mother's Day, we still have flowers on the table for her, her favorite dinner, and a special Mother's Day cake. In the morning we visit her grave, pray and thank her for all she did for us.

I enjoyed reading your memories, Ann. Thank you.


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travmaj 21 months ago from australia

Ann - this is such a lovely tribute to your mother. So emotional and for me a touch of nostalgia. Reading of your mother brought back memories of mine. I guess some locations triggered this - I had to smile at the smoke rings, I remember being fascinated also. When I surreptitiously smoked as a teenager I could never manage those rings! The bluebells are a particular favourite of mine, I ache to see them, - maybe this year! Nothing compares to those spring woods. Mother's day here is in May and does seem rather more commercial than my remembrance of the UK, although this may have changed. Thinking of you and mothers - how I wish I could have a few words with mine. Thanks Ann.


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AliciaC 21 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

This is a beautiful hub and a wonderful tribute to your mother, Ann. I loved the photos. They reminded me so much of my mother and her family.


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Jackie Lynnley 21 months ago from The Beautiful South

Such an interesting and beautiful story of your mother Ann. I loved every minute if it!


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Faith Reaper 21 months ago from southern USA

Dear Ann, this is beautiful beyond any words I can express. It seems we were both blessed to have such wonderful mothers in this life. My mother died in 2012, just five days before Christmas at the age of 84. She was an angel on this earth.

Your mother would be so proud of the lovely tribute to her and your life with her. Such beautiful memories you have shared and photos too. My mother was funny about having her picture made and we found so many family photos where she had cut herself out of them because she did not like how she looked, but the ones I saw of her were perfectly lovely.

This brought the tears in reminding me of my mother. Here in the U.S., we celebrate Mother's Day on May 10th.

This is such a beautiful celebration of your mother, and I would love to link it to my hub about celebrating women, as March is International Women's Month and we are to celebrate all of the beautiful women in our lives and throughout history. I believe we should celebrate them every day.

Up ++++ tweeting, pinning, G+ and sharing

I received a blessing reading this lovely tribute, please know.


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thanks, Frank. Glad you liked it. I always appreciate your visits.

Ann


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Frank Atanacio 21 months ago from Shelton

this was such a wonderful tribute and a wonderful poem god bless you and all mothers ...:)


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thanks, Ruby. It's wonderful to have memories of a much-loved mother. Unfortunately that picture is long gone. By the time I realised it had disappeared, I had no-one to ask about it. Mum couldn't remember!

Wow! Twelve of you; your Mum certainly had her hands full but sounds as though she was great.

Lovely to see you here today.

Ann


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always exploring 21 months ago from Southern Illinois

Ann, you have such beautiful memories of your mother. I wish you could find that picture of her when she had hair down to her waist. I love old pictures. I have some of my mother, she was not young when I arrived, the last of twelve. I loved her dearly too. Thank you for sharing your mother and father with us. Beautifully written as always...


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thank you, Jo, for your lovely words. Yes, our mothers deserve all the tributes they can have; pity it's all a bit late for some, though I like to think mine has a path to my thoughts. Good to see you today.

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Hi Mary! Thank you for your generous comments and votes. Yes, we never realise until it's too late do we? I did realise how lovely she was but I didn't voice it enough to her face. Glad you liked the pics.

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thanks, John, for your kind comments and votes. I'm glad it made you feel that you knew her; she would have welcomed you in like she did with all of us. I have much to thank her for.

Hope the May celebration goes well.

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thanks DJ. I've always loved music but I failed at my attempts to learn to play the piano. I put it down to a boring teacher; couldn't possibley have been me! Mum just had an instinctive touch which I probably couldn't have equalled so I was happy to leave her in the limelight. I often regret it though.

Thank you for your lovely comments. Much appreciated.

Ann


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annart 21 months ago from SW England Author

Thanks, bill. Yes, lucky indeed. It took me a few brushing away of tears to get through this one! I'm always saying how great my Dad was but thought I'd better redress the balance...

Thanks for always supporting me, bill.

Ann


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tobusiness 21 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Ann, this is a beautiful and very touching tribute to your wonderful mother and other family members. We only truly appreciate how precious our mums are when they're no longer with us, bless them all. A wonderful share.


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tillsontitan 21 months ago from New York

We never know enough to truly appreciate our mothers until they are gone. This is certainly a lovely tribute. Our mothers were close in age and shared much of their loving generosity. Loved the pictures too!

Voted up, useful, awesome, and interesting.


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Jodah 21 months ago from Queensland Australia

This is such a wonderful tribute to your dear mother, Ann. It is so thorough and interesting that I almost feel like I knew her. The poem is great and the whole hub is excellent. Voted up and I hope you have a Happy Mother's Day. Ours is not until the 2nd Sunday in May, often on my wife or son's birthday.


DJ Anderson 21 months ago

Ann, what an amazing tribute to the women in your family. How exciting it would have been to have such a talent close at hand. Did you learn to play the piano?

I really enjoyed reading a summary of your life. How joyous it must have been. Your poem is beautiful. I believe your mother knows of your

talents, here, and appreciates them.

Great read!

DJ.


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billybuc 21 months ago from Olympia, WA

Well that was beautiful, Ann. I could ramble on but I've got some mist in my eyes. Can't imagine where that came from. :) My mother has been gone since 2003, but I found myself thinking of her as I read your accounting....my mother and yours shared some very important traits. We were both lucky, Ann.

bill

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