The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1910-05-07
Mothers Day. Sunday, May 8

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woman is reminded, by events more or less dramatic, oil a mother
forgotten during years Of separation. 1t is natural TO take IL Tor
granted that a mother is actively remembered while she hves and
honored with occasional tenderness of thought after her passing
Neglect OF a living mother is so unnatural as to be considered x
ceptional and vicious. Yet to some who have pondered this matter,
the fact is plain: the press of modern living, the distractions OF its
struggle, the ~selfshness Of marriage, the temptations oil ambition,
all of these things have been found as potent to the neglect Of
mothers as the effect of distance and years. There are by TAR too
many sons and daughters who have needed neither Of these agencies
to lead them into forgetfuness-
Some one, stirred by this realization, originated a very few
years ago a new Memorial Day, to be celebrated on the second
Sunday in May, each year, by the United States, as a Nation, and
ultimately by the world at large. This Memorial Day is to COM
memorate no anniversary related to creed, to class or to country
ii is to observe generally the common debt of all mankind, our obi
cation to our mothers. 1t is a Decoration Day, too, in that 1t is
signahzed by the wearing of a white flower and observed by some
distinct act of loyal kindness, if only a flal letter to the living or
. tender thought of the dead.
This idea, filled as it is with one of the sweetest sentiments OF
the human heart, has met with a hearty response from all quarters
of the land. The observance of the day has called forth editorials,
sermons, orations, poems and wide expression of sympathy. More
than that, and perhaps the real aim of the movement, more than to
remind some careless heart of its duty, it has emphasized the dig
nifty and beauty of motherhood, and served in so much to counter
act a selfish unwilingness to meet its burdens.
To the Office of the Sunset Magazine there came recently a
poem that will be read to an audience on Mothers Day, the second
Sunday in May. 1t is a homely little poem, to be sure, simple to
crudeness, yet it has about it just the sort of beauty that lies back
of this idea of Mothers Day, the grace and loneliness that lives in
tired old eyes and hands caloused with a mothers sacrifcial min
ishy. These are the verses, written by Mrs. Henrietta E. Robinson
Write a Letter Home To Mother
Write a letter home to mother, Tell her how you We faced temptation
Don't delay o single day; With a deep and firm resolve,
Time is flying veys swiftly, That whatever might behde You,
Weeks and months 500 pass away. You would put your trust in God.
Mother g waiting for the letter Tell her oil your lst achievement,
That you promised You would write; How you We failed and tried again
Sacrifice a little pleasure Till at last you won thu victory,
Write that ltterh home tonight. Making for yourself q name.
Every night You mother g praying Mother s growing old and feeble,
For the welfare Of her boy; You would scarcely know her now;
Write and tell her that you love her, One cal see the lines ire deepnng
That will fill her heart with joy. In her nee fI, placid brow
Tell her you SO we'll remember Soon your motherw will be going
That she taught you how to say Through he"gates that stand aJar
"Our Father who arr ii Heaven, Write and tell her you are coming,
Help and guard us. day by day." Else let her know Just WHEREBY ae
No longer keep your mother waiting
For the letter you should write;
Sacrifice little pleasure
Write that letter home tonight