MRS. O. C. BOONE
MY LOVE AND GREETINGS ON MOTHER'S DAY. YOU ARE MORE THAN EVER IN MY THOUGHTS AT THIS TIME. ALL MY LOVE DEAREST.
DANIEL C. BOONE
He was only 21 - so young. I'm lucky to have this telegram in a scrapbook my grandmother made - what a salvo it must have been to have gotten this, and don't you know it must have brought tears to her eyes. She had two sons an ocean away having fought and now kept busy finishing up a war. Such a lovely sentiment for a 21-year-old, isn't it? My dad. "All my love dearest." He got it off early too, as Mother's Day in 1945 was on May 13. . .he wasn't taking a chance that she wouldn't receive it.
That about sums up the bountiful love and immense respect bestowed upon their mother who had seen them through the depression only to send them to Europe and Africa to war. With luck and good fortune they came back. And how fortunate for me, when growing up, to have witnessed their life-long love of their mother and to still have the soul warming momentos that expressed that love.
I wrote about a mother's love when doing the small painting of "Wes and his Pooh Bear." Now I've done the same mother's sweet toddler daughter from long ago, attempting to capture the mere essence of her "Trinka" since the original photo was in deep shadow and a couple of decades old. A lassie with beautiful Irish coloring taking newly-found steps in the great outdoors. Oh how quickly it all passes - mothers everywhere are always saying good-bye in one way or another, aren't they? That's part and parcel of the mother heart and the bargain is struck from the get-go, then faced with strength, joy, sadness, excitement, fear - you name it, it's all there and deeply felt. . .forever.
I can't help but mention the irony, the complete absurdity of this two way street. . .as you age your children are left gaping slack-jawed at YOUR future with the same strength, joy, sadness, fear, etc.! Yes, you may laugh.
|Trinka in the Garden . 8" x 6" . oil on panel|
Happy Mother's Day to you if it fits, and to those who have simply known a mother's love. . .well, it's so worth celebrating and remembering.