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  • Mother's Day is a 1980 horror film, directed by Charles Kaufman, a brother of Troma Entertainment cofounder Lloyd Kaufman, who served as an associate producer for the film.
  • A day of the year (in the US, the second Sunday in May) on which mothers are particularly honored by their children
  • second Sunday in May
  • The modern Mother's Day is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in May or in March/April, as a day to honour mothers and motherhood. In the UK and Ireland, it follows the old traditions of Mothering Sunday, celebrated in March/April.
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Sterling Silver 8mm Light Gray Shell Pearl and Cubic Zirconia Flower Earrings
Sterling Silver 8mm Light Gray Shell Pearl and Cubic Zirconia Flower Earrings
Indulge in a look of pure elegance with these sophisticated floral earrings. Crafted in rhodium-plated sterling silver, they center 8mm rounds of radiant light grey shell pearl, framed by shimmering cubic zirconia petals. The earrings have a convenient one-piece design, with posts and comfortable hinged omega backings. Rhodium overlay adds a bright, enduring finish that's both hypoallergenic and tarnish-resistant. These lovely earrings will add a touch of glamour to any outfit.
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Bowbow Has Now Been Four Years Beyond
Bowbow Has Now Been Four Years Beyond
Bowbow went exploring post-earthly existence four years ago now, and I miss her still just as much as I did on the day she passed away. Lately, though, I've encountered some writings I wish I'd had available three years ago. The words wouldn't have lessened the pain, but they might have helped me maintain more stoicism about my grief. The words are those of the greatest orator of the 19th Century, Robert Green Ingersoll - a firmly agnostic free-thinker. He gave two eulogies in the fall/winter of 1881-82 and both of them contained the most sensible possible thoughts about death, in some of the most striking imagery and poetic and lofty language I've ever read. The first eulogy was for RGI's brother, Clark, two years senior to Ingersoll and who had suddenly passed away at about age 50. Ingersoll said this: "Dear Friends: I am going to do that which the dead oft promised he would do for me. "The loved and loving brother, husband, father, friend, died where manhood's morning almost touches noon, and while the shadows still fell toward the west. "He had not passed on life's highway the stone that marks the highest point; but being weary for a moment, he lay down by the wayside, and using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still. While yet in love with life and raptured with world, he passed to silence and pathetic dust. "Yet, after all, it may be best, just in the happiest, sunniest hour of all the voyage, while eager winds are kissing every sail, to dash against the unseen rock, and in an instant hear the billows roar above a sunken ship. For whether in mid -sea or 'mong the breakers of the farther shore, a wreck at last must mark the end of each and all. And every life, no matter if its every hour is rich with love and every moment jeweled with joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy as sad and deep and dark as can be woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death. "This brave and tender man in every storm of life was oak and rock; but in the sunshine he was vine and flower. He was the friend of all heroic souls. He climbed the heights, and left all superstitions far below, while on his forehead fell the golden dawning of the grander day. "He loved the beautiful, and was with color, form, and music touched to tears. He sided with the weak, the poor, and wronged, and lovingly gave alms. With loyal heart and with the purest hands he faithfully discharged all public trusts. "He was a worshiper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed. ... He believed that happiness is the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest. "He added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep tonight beneath a wilderness of flowers. "Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud. and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word; but in the night of death hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing. "He who sleeps here, when dying, mistook the approach of death for the return of health, whispered with his last breath, 'I am better now.' Let us believe, in spite of doubts and dogmas, of fears and tears, that those dear words are true of all the countless dead. "The record of a generous life runs like a vine around the memory of our dead, and every sweet, unselfish act is now a perfumed flower. "And now, to you, who have been chosen, from among the many men he loved, to do the last sad office for the dead, we give his sacred dust. "Speech cannot contain our love. There was, there is, no gentler, stronger, manlier man." Not long after his brother's death, Ingersoll tried to help console some grieving friends by attending the funeral of his friends' infant daughter. At the father's spontaneous graveside request, Ingersoll delivered a few impromptu words while rain poured down on all in attendance. Ingersoll said: "My friends: I know how vain it is to gild a grief with words, and yet I wish to take from the grave its fear. Here in this world, where life and death are equal kings, all should be brave enough to meet what all the dead have met. "The future has been filled with fear, stained and polluted by the heartless past. From the wondrous tree of life the buds and blossoms fall with ripened fruit, and in the common bed of earth, patriarchs and babes sleep side by side. "Who should fear that which will come to all that is? We cannot tell, we do not know, which is the greater blessing -- life or death. We cannot say that death is not a good. We do not know whether the grave is the end of this life, or the door of another, or whether the night here is not
The Bivouac of the Dead
The Bivouac of the Dead
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping-ground Their silent tents are spread, And Glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead. No rumor of the foe's advance Now swells upon the wind; Nor troubled thought at midnight haunts Of loved ones left behind; No vision of the morrow's strife The warrior's dream alarms; No braying horn nor screaming fife At dawn shall call to arms. Their shriveled swords are red with rust, Their plumed heads are bowed, Their haughty banner, trailed in dust, Is now their martial shroud. And plenteous funeral tears have washed The red stains from each brow, And the proud forms, by battle gashed Are free from anguish now. The neighing troop, the flashing blade, The bugle's stirring blast, The charge, the dreadful cannonade, The din and shout, are past; Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal Shall thrill with fierce delight Those breasts that nevermore may feel The rapture of the fight. Like the fierce northern hurricane That sweeps the great plateau, Flushed with the triumph yet to gain, Came down the serried foe, Who heard the thunder of the fray Break o'er the field beneath, Knew well the watchword of that day Was "Victory or death!" Long had the doubtful conflict raged O'er all that stricken plain, For never fiercer fight had waged The vengeful blood of Spain; And still the storm of battle blew, Still swelled the gory tide; Not long, our stout old chieftain knew, Such odds his strength could bide. Twas in that hour his stern command Called to a martyr's grave The flower of his beloved land, The nation's flag to save. By rivers of their father's gore His first-born laurels grew, And well he deemed the sons would pour Their lives for glory too. For many a mother's breath has swept O'er Angostura's plain -- And long the pitying sky has wept Above its moldered slain. The raven's scream, or eagle's flight, Or shepherd's pensive lay, Alone awakes each sullen height That frowned o'er that dread fray. Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground Ye must not slumber there, Where stranger steps and tongues resound Along the heedless air. Your own proud land's heroic soil Shall be your fitter grave; She claims from war his richest spoil -- The ashes of her brave. Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest, Far from the gory field, Borne to a Spartan mother's breast On many a bloody shield; The sunshine of their native sky Smiles sadly on them here, And kindred eyes and hearts watch by The heroes sepulcher. Rest on embalmed and sainted dead! Dear as the blood ye gave; No impious footstep shall here tread The herbage of your grave; Nor shall your glory be forgot While fame her records keeps, Or Honor points the hallowed spot Where Valor proudly sleeps. Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone In deathless song shall tell, When many a vanquished ago has flown, The story how ye fell; Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight, Nor Time's remorseless doom, Shall dim one ray of glory's light That gilds your deathless tomb.

mother's day flowers free shipping
mother's day flowers free shipping
Mother's Day Flowers and Fan Bulletin 2010, Large Size (Package of 50): She opens her mouth with wisdom and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.     -Proverbs 31:26
She opens her mouth with wisdom and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. – Proverbs 31:26

Mother’s Day is one of the special days for the church and the world at large. It allows us as a church family to take a moment to recognize not only the mothers in our congregation, but also all the women of the church as they help nurture the children within the community of faith and out in the world at large. This bulletin, with its delicate lace and rose, is a nice memento of the day for all in your congregation.

Don’t forget Father’s Day is June 20, 2010. Check our Father’s Day Bulletins in Related Links below.

Abingdon’s Lent-Easter Seasonal Bulletins, some with matching pieces, provide a beautiful array of designs to enhance seasonal worship services and special communications with your congregation.

This annual series includes bulletins for Ash Wednesday, all four Sundays in Lent, and several options for Easter as well as bulletins for special services such as Palm Sunday; Tenebrae, Good Friday, and Pentecost.

Did you know...
Mother’s Day in several countries around the world. It was recognized a national holiday in the United States in 1915 and is celebrated in the States on the second Sunday of May each year.