Mother’s day was invented by Anna Jarvis in 1908. As the years passed and she saw how commercial the holiday became, she tried to get it rescinded. The day is still with us and still an intregal part of American family life.
Not mine. My mother, tho she looks kind, wasn’t a nice lady at all. She was a woman architectural engineer in the 1930s at a time when they weren’t openly accepted. Her second husband was an alcoholic as was her third. Her only child, me, was an alcoholic and addict with severe learning disabilities. She used a bread-board as discipline. This wasn’t a “Leave it to Beaver” situation.
She fought colon cancer, breast cancer, thyroid cancer, a difficult daughter, and a drunk husband by inventing a printing business in her basement. She became an alcoholic herself, and ate herself into roundness. Her father bought a big house on five acres probably just to give her a home during these difficult years. Once her husband, father, and mother in law died, she went on a diet, got a new wardrobe, and sold the house. She moved to an apartment on Shelter Island her in San Diego and began to cruise the world.
She met her third husband at a bar on the island, and they began cruising the west coast in his yacht until she grew too old and fragile to be battered by the storms. When she died, he kept her boxed, cremated remains on her chair for a year or so. One day the box vanished.