Mother’s Day 1919 was celebrated on May 11…almost 94 years ago. When I read the 1919 Golden New Era article below, I knew it must be shared. As a mother of two married children and six grandchildren, this poignant article tugged at my heart. Written immediately following the Great War (WWI), I couldn’t help but empathize with the author’s deep-seated emotions, soaring expectations, and his gentle warning to parents. Some of the author’s insights and parallels may seem a bit strange in our frantic society, but remember he was writing from an agrarian setting.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the women in our family and my personal life.
The wonder, aye the miracle of children, our own children, seldom impresses us because this is a busy little world, and pork chops are 50 cents a pound these days.
And baby’s shoes cost more than mother’s did four years ago.
But sometimes the worthy parent will catch a gleam in his offspring’s eye, a quirkish twist to the nether lip; a glint, a high light, a sudden flash, and he knows that there’s a bit of light that never was on land or sea.
Before we stamp, rather stomp, on the soft wax of childhood the hard impressions of mortality, before we channel the seas of infamy and drive them between the cliffs of iron convention, there are sweeps and surgings and whispers of infinity there that we barely hear the murmur of, but that just be very, very vivid to the child.
What strangers are these that come in a night to our door and abide with us through the years, and go out to a man’s work, and yet are never wholly of us?
Children, souls in flesh, visitors from eternity, stopping with accidental hosts for a season!
Aye the miracle of it occasionally hits us hard, and for the moment we vaguely glimpse the mightiness of eternal life, wrapped in its little round dimpled bale of mortality.
And then baby opens his mouth a yard and bellows for his bottle, and we get busy and forget all about his ethereal qualities.
But be sure that our children bear in the veins, as in their heart of hearts, as much alien blood and alien thought that far outreaches the parents’ brief span of life and experience, as the bit of a spotted pig, in the otherwise white litter, proves that in him in reversion to distant great, great granddaddy, who was a big black brute of a wild fellow.
As well boast of having comprehended the thought of eternity, world without end, amen: as pride yourself on knowing your eldest.
“Her children rise up and bless her…” Proverbs 31:28
If you would like to read how our daughter “rose up to call her mother blessed” over 25 years ago, read this 1987 Letter (The letter has been left in its entirety so that you might “get the gist” of what it was like for my immediate family in 1987)
My husband and I are so very blessed.
Interested in knowing more about the newspaper Golden New Era; Golden, Illinois; or Ostfriesens in Adams County, Illinois? Click on the following:A Window to the Past, part 1 A Window to the Past, part 2 A Window to the Past, part 3