Comments on: Guest Post: Mothering Sunday

By: Anne (U.K)

Anne (U.K) — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 18:50:18 +0000

thank you for the nice comments!

Clark, it might shock you to learn that many parents couldn’t wait to get their offspring employed in domestic service or apprenticed. One less mouth to feed in a perpetual struggle. Not all families, but from the reading and family history research I have done, far too common, unfortunately.

By: Clark

Clark — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 17:04:09 +0000

Wow. What a great, informative post. (I can now tell my kids what a “pocketful of posies” is!)

On a more serious note, I always feel a twinge of loneliness for all the young boys who left their families at such a young age for apprenticeships. I guess the parents would want to know the master well, as he would basically be raising their child to adulthood.

Anyway, I’m going to bake a mothering cake this week (two weeks late, I guess, but it’s America, so nobody will know, right?) and be sure my Mom knows how much I appreciate her.

By: Alison

Alison — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 16:45:45 +0000

Fantastically informative post, Anne, excellent!

By: Edje Jeter

Edje Jeter — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 10:38:14 +0000

Nice post.

In Bahrain (and I think elsewhere in the Middle East) Mother’s Day is March 21.

By: Maurine

Maurine — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 05:29:46 +0000

This is a great custom, one I have not heard of before. Back in 1968, my husband was out of work. We decided to choose a place to live, THEN find a job. In looking for our perfect place, it had to be in a rural area, close to a temple, close to a university, and I said it couldn’t be more than an hour’s drive from my mother. Until she died in 1990, I visited her every week or two. Ssome people thought I was crazy, but it was important for me to spend time with my mom and dad, and as their health declined, I spent a lot of times helping care for them, spending several days at a time there.

Actually, although I stressed my mother, I usually did something with my sister, or sometimes went to the Family History Library in Salt Lake while I was there. I also had cousins, in-laws, other siblings, and friends in the area, too.