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Show -: g i:ISjiX - r,i r W f Record salutes moms on their special day No human being, no assemblage of human beings could do justice to such a subject. We might fill a room with the rarest flowers, a celestial choir might sing the sweetest songs, silver-tonged orators could hold you spellbound, and still our effort would be a pitiful tribute .;., to such an occasion. . . Our songs, this simple ritual coupled with feeble words, may do no more than to remind us of a duty that we owe. Yes a duty that we can never fully repay. You have heard mother referred to as the one "who went down into the Valley of the Great Shadow that we might have our being." How true that is! And how many shadows has this ever faithful guardian angel passed through that you and I might live and be equipped with the forces to live! Where is there another who will make the sacrifices, suffer the pain and continue con-tinue to face the storms of life that the child may be protected? Who can measure the value of that priceless jewel, a mother's love? If the great Almighty ever searched for a treasure house in which to store the jewels of Love, Kindness, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Sacrifice, Devotion, Peace and Patience, His all-seeing eye must have rested on a mother's heart. From the cradle to the grave, this treasure house has poured out its contents to guide, to heal, to cherish and to teach all mankind. And for what reward or recompense? For the hours of patient waiting at the bedside of sickness, for the pain and disappointment disap-pointment when you and I fail to fulfill a mother's ambition. Is it for the few short letters we write this silver-haired martyr? Too often do we neglect even thia wiall tribute of devotion. Who are the heroes of life? Are they the great leaders of nations, the generals, the statesmen, the financiers, the philosophers, poets and geniuses? Or are they the quiet, patient white-haired white-haired queens of every home they who have planted in the hearts of these men the inspiration for the acts that have brought them fame? We need not go abroad in search of a test of a mother's devotion. We have examples of it in our own country, in our own state, in the homes of every brother. You brothers who wear the carnation in honor of the mother who still lives, you know her sacrifices, you know the love and devotion that fills that good old heart, the heart that would give its life's blood for you. On Mother's Day let us link the golden chain of respect and devotion to the sweetest word in the English language, to the truest friend we shall ever own, to our mothers. Meryl Arns Exalted Ruler BPOE No. 1556 |