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Back when we used to go to church together every Sunday as a family -- Chuck’s parents, Chuck, myself, Tom and Gem – there were a couple of traditions that I would maintain for Mother’s Day. For one thing, Gem and I wore matching outfits which was easy enough to do when I was sewing all the time. The one I remember best was a light blue and white plaid skirt and shawl for me with a long-sleeved ruffled dress with matching panties in the same material for Gem. But the real tradition was the flowers.
According to the pundits, the tradition of giving carnations on Mothers’ Day started in 1907 when Ann Jarvis had 500 white carnations delivered to a church in her mother’s memory. Since she is the one who championed the idea of celebrating motherhood, the tradition stuck. Every year, I ordered carnations from Don’s Florist. Both of Chuck’s parents got white carnations – Grandpa a boutonniere and Grandma a corsage. The rest of us wore pink carnations – I got a small corsage, and Gem, Tom and Chuck all had boutonnieres. Sitting together in the pew, we made a bright display!
That was the tradition: if your mother was alive you wore a pink carnation, if she was deceased you wore a white one. Years later, Frank would still insist that my mother and I needed to have corsages as well. I still remember the sad look on Mom’s face the first year I gave her a white corsage because Grandmom Riley had died the year before. Frank too wore white and I wore pink…..
And now it is my turn for white carnations in my corsage.
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