Postcard from the Past: Mother’s DayCustoms to be Introduced

by Dick Perue

This week’s Postcard comes from the pages of the April 27, 1910 issue of the Wyoming Semi-Weekly Tribune in Cheyenne. Enjoy.

Mother’s Day

Object: To honor “the best mother who ever lived” – your own.

Tribute: Loving remembrance of your mother – or her memory – through some distinct act of kindness, visit or letter.

Floral badge: Wear the white flower – the emblem of parity and fidelity – on Mother’s Day. If possible, send one to others as a message of sympathy and brotherhood. Remember the sick or unfortunate in hospitals, homes or prisons, as well as those who labor on this May Sabbath for your comfort.

Time: The second Sabbath in May. Schools on the preceding Friday.

Observance: Mother’s Day may be observed through special sermons, exercises or addresses in honor of our mothers and the wearing and distribution of white flowers in connection with such an occasion.

Observance Sunday, May 8 

On Sunday, May 8, Mother’s Day will be observed throughout the land, to honor “the best mother who ever lived” – your own. 

Although this beautiful custom has won international and national recognition and approval, there are some places where it has not been observed.

This year, the good women of many cities are taking the initiative to establish the custom where is has not been observed and propose to see the day is observed in fitting manner so the mother will be honored in every home.

It is quite likely the day will be observed in local churches with appropriate exercises to keeping with the custom established since.

Congressional Church will observe 

Rev. F.L. Moore announces the day, May 8, will be appropriately observed in his church. Others will doubtless make an announcement later.

To My Mother

What shall I send thee, my mother, on this blessed holy day for all your tender faith and love what can I ever say?

I pray that your heart’s devotion may return a hundred fold to enrich your life and others far above the wealth of gold.

I send thee on spotless pinions memories hallowed and dear. All filled with sacred fragrance of blended laughter and tear.

Sweet are the thoughts of my childhood round your name in my heart each year they cling but closer and bring us to that home – who shall say how near?

– Mrs. Baker P. Lee