When I was a child and Mother’s Day ushered in the month of May, we wore a corsage of red floribunda roses and ribbons if our Mother was living, or a corsage of white blooms and lace if our Mother was dearly departed.
We attended church, wearing our corsages. We often went out to lunch. We made cards which always read, “There is no other, like my Mother.”
We bought Mother awful perfume from the dime…
