Sorting through a stack of old Mother's Day cards, saved by my grandmother, I came across this one -- kind of unusual for our family, because we never referred to any of our grandmothers as "Nana." I bet my mom chose it anyway for the winsome little puppy, and then helped my little brother sign his name.
Here's another one that stood out
from the other more delicate designs.
What a surprise to look inside and discover a rarely
seen aspect of my grandfather's sense of humor!
For more Mother's Day Cards
from my grandmother's collection
see my current post:
"Window With a Mother's Face"
@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony
And on my book blog
one of my mother's childhood essays
On the topic of greeting cards:
My friend Mumbi paid me the dearest compliment
last month when she wrote:
"Thank you for the Easter card.
The cards you send to me and others
are like a diary of your love to us."
This kind sentiment seems especially true, looking at
all of these heartfelt inscriptions from decades gone by.