Mother’s Singing

Johanna was devoted to her mother and spent happy hours helping her in the household. Best of all Johanna loved to hear her mother sing as they worked together, old Irish songs and lullabies in a sweet warm voice. Katherine Burton

Courage of a Mother

Debby wanted to tell everyone all about how she and her mother, her brother and older sister, had all set out, a month ago, on the tall sailing ship which was to carry them to this new country. She could have told them how she barely remember that green English farm where they had lived……

Finding Mother in the Kitchen

When Mother was around, the kitchen was the coziest room in the house, full of lovely smells and nice things to eat. You could sit on the edge of the table or sink, and while Mother was stirring things and tasting them (and letting you lick spoons and pots) you could tell her what had……

The Mother of Men

BY JOAQUIN MILLER The bravest battle that ever was fought! Shall I tell you where and when? On the map of the world you will find it not ‘Twas fought by the mothers of men. Nay, not with the cannon or battle shot, With the sword or noble pen; Nay, not with eloquent words or……

Company on the Farm

The spring sunshine was pouring into the large farm kitchen where Mama was baking fancy pastries. It seemed that Mama had been flying about with lightning speed, doing a hundred things at once, since early morning when there had been a telephone call from some of the prominent ladies of the Berkley Hills. They wanted……

The Mothers

Father stretched out his big hand and put it over Mother’s. “Boys,” he said, “I want you to look at this wonderful, brave little mother of yours. Do you know who suffered most during the war? The mothers. Do you know who worked hardest? The mothers. And do you know who will get the least……

The Seed Mama Had Sown

So they had left, one by one, with hugs and promises and tears mingled in among the good-byes. But each had to go his own way. They were Mama’s children, taking up Mama’s mantle, trying to be a little more like her each day. Because what she had planted in their hearts had begun to……

Carol to Our Lady

FROM THE MIDDLE ENGLISH I sing of a maiden That is makeless, King of all kings To her son she chose. He came all so still There his mother was, As dew in April That falleth on the grass. He came all so still To his mother’s bower, As dew in April That falleth on……