It comes around every year, at different times depending on where in the world you are. In these United States, it rears up on the second Sunday in May. So here’s another picture of Little Mom, Gladys Elson (later married my father & became Gladys McConnell), holding the wee Indian (as in Native American) doll that HER mother Mabel bought her at Tugby’s Bazaar in Niagara Falls, NY, when the two of them traipsed to NF for Gladdy’s 10th birthday excursion in June 1922. A chopped-off view of that outing can be seen here. I have that doll… it has lost its tall feather, but the headband is still in place. A treasure, made in Germany….
Happy Mother’s Day to the masses of mums!