Showing posts with label mothers day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mothers day. Show all posts

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Why Do We Celebrate Mothers Day anyway? by Steven Skelley

Why do we celebrate Mothers Day anyway? 
by Steven Skelley

I am one of those people who wonders why we humans do the things we do. Every time I hear a phrase like “Don’t let the cat out of the bag,” or “It’s raining cats and dogs,” I wonder why we say something so crazy. 

I often wonder about why we celebrate certain holidays or why we have the traditions we do within those holidays too. One year, I was hired to create and perform a musical Christmas program. I put my inquisitive nature to work and researched the stories behind all our favorite Christmas songs: who wrote them, when, where, and why. The songs took on much deeper meanings once we all knew the stories behind the songs. 


(photo: Sherill May McWilliams Skelley)

I was recently hired to offer a lecture on Mothers Day Sunday. I had written a song titled Thank You God For Making Moms and I had co-authored a book titled Every Day Is Mothers Day. I could easily talk about both of those but I wanted to go deeper. So, I decided to also share the history, the “why” of Mothers Day. Maybe if we know a little more about how Mothers Day came to be, it will touch our hearts in a new or deeper way. 

This is what I learned… 

In 1819 in New York City, Julia Ward (Cutler) Howe was born. As she grew up, she grew to hate war and the devastation it caused to humanity. Her hatred for slavery was as strong as her hatred for war. 

She married Dr. Samuel Howe and the two of them founded the Perkins Institute for the Blind. 

Julia was a radically outspoken woman for her time. She was also a songwriter. Her most famous composition is The Battle Hymn of the Republic. 

After the success of her song The Battle Hymn of the Republic in 1861, Julia used her influence to issue her Mothers Day Proclamation against war in which she asked that women everywhere rise up and accept their responsibility to positively affect their society. Again, this was radical thinking in a time when women were not even allowed to vote. 

It is thought that Julia’s Mothers Day Proclamation greatly influenced another radical-thinking woman named Anna Jarvis and therefore laid the groundwork for what we call Mothers Day today. 

Ann Jarvis was born in West Virginia in 1864. She claimed to have been greatly influenced by her own mother and by the teachings of Julia Ward Howe. 

Anna’s mother had bore 11 children but had watched 7 of them die. She then turned her grief into the catalyst to do many charitable works. Anna’s mother died in 1905, sparking something within Anna. 

In 1907, Anna had a plan. She held a memorial to her mother and embarked upon a campaign to set aside a specific day each year for families to remember the mothers who had influenced them. Anna’s desire was for a personal, family celebration. 

Anna promoted her idea by sending out over 10,000 letters to newspapers, church leaders, businessmen, and politicians until in 1910 the governor of Virginia made Mothers Day a state holiday and in 1917 President Wilson made it a national holiday. 

Anna was adamant that her idea was for a special personal family day where children honored their own mother so she requested that the apostrophe in Mother’s Day be placed between the r and the s to remind us that this is a personal family celebration. 

Soon, though, the holiday became very commercialized. The apostrophe was moved from between the r and the s and placed after the s making it Mothers’ Day (a day to honor mothers in general). 

Anna came to hate the very holiday she had worked so hard to create. She hated how it had been corrupted by commercialism. It was no longer the personal reflective day she had envisioned. 

Anna Marie Jarvis spent the rest of her life and her entire family inheritance fighting against the holiday she had worked so hard to create. She was actually arrested for disturbing the peace as she protested what her holiday had become. How sad. 

Even though Mothers Day did not turn out the way Jarvis had planned, it still had a positive effect on many including a prominent American spiritual leader named Myrtle Fillmore. 

Myrtle is considered one of the founders of Modern Thought teaching which leads us to think that we ourselves control the circumstances of our lives for good or bad. Her teaching affected thousands in the 19th century, the 20th century and today. She was called the “mother” of Modern Thought. 

Every Mothers Day, Myrtle would go sit silently beside the hundreds of letters sent to her from people all across the country. She would thoughtfully consider her role as a spiritual “mother” to these hearts she had touched in some way as she read each and every letter from them and then she would close her eyes and “radiate” positivity back to those who had wrote to her but also to the mothers who may have been forgotten by their own children. 

I hope this glimpse into the “why” of Mothers Day gives you a little deeper understanding of the holiday and of the people who gave so much of their lives to bring it to us. 

As for me, I was born in Canton, Ohio in 1963 to Sherill May McWilliams Skelley. She taught me the amazing value of hugs and smiles and laughter. Mom’s mom, Virginia Margaret Wheatley McWilliams was her best friend as well as instigator and partner in their many silly and fun adventures. They modeled for me how great family can be. 

I hope my daughter Steffany and I carry on their legacy of love, friendship and shared adventure. 

by Steven Skelley 
www.SunnyHarborPublishing.org 


Steven Skelley is a published coauthor of Every Day Is Mothers Day, several nonfiction works and the novella The Gargoyle Scrolls. He has been a newspaper columnist, recording artist, travel writer, news writer, music director, creative arts director, theater reviewer and tennis instructor.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

MEMORIES OF MY MOM by Steven Skelley


MEMORIES OF MY MOM
by Steven Skelley

My mother’s name was Sherill May McWilliams (Skelley) but I called her Mom.

Mom was very beautiful as a teen and twenty-something. I always thought she looked like Lucille Ball when she was young. She looked like an old-fashioned movie star.

I’ve seen photos of her as a teen wearing a sleeveless, fitted dress blouse, Capri pants and sunglasses. She was young, fit, thin and beautiful.

When I close my eyes and try to picture her as an adult, I remember her wearing pant suits with coordinated slacks and tops or sundresses with floppy movie-star hats and sunglasses.

Mom liked to dye her hair red or light reddish brown. She wore red finger nail polish and lipstick. This made me think of her even more like the young and beautiful Lucille Ball.

If I close my eyes, I can picture Mom right now, about 35 years old on a summer day, wearing a scarf on her head and sunglasses on her eyes, somehow also looking like Jacqueline Kennedy in the 1960s. I can see Mom smile as she looks over Atwood Lake while a breeze ruffles the hair that sticks out under the edges of her scarf.

She had a great smile as well as a slight country accent from growing up in a town named Barnesville.

Mom and Grandma McWilliams (her Mom)

Mom and Grandma Mc (Virginia Margaret McWilliams) were mother and daughter but they were also best pals. They laughed constantly when they were together no matter what they were doing. It was great seeing them having fun together and loving each other so much.

Mom and Grandma Mc were probably the ones most responsible for my love of reading. We would walk from Grandma and Grandpa Mc’s house to downtown Canton. We’d visit the library and the used book store. They’d let me sit and read and get out as many books as I wanted.

We’d continue our downtown walks by window-shopping in the stores like Kresge’s, Woolworth’s and McCrory’s. Sometimes we would have lunch at the store lunch counter.

I have very pleasant memories of those walks, especially at Christmas time when all the city decorations and lights were up, the stores’ front windows were all decorated with shining Christmas trees and enticing gifts, and people were ice skating in the square as Christmas music played in the background.

When we were little, Mom and Grandma Mc liked to take us (Skip, Sherry, Susie and me) to Mother Goose Land. It was a small, themed park at the end of the Canton Park system, not far from the McKinley Monument. The admission was 25 cents if I remember correctly. The entrance looked like a castle.

Mom and Grandma Mc would let us play on the playground and then walk us through the life-sized story-themed prop displays like Wizard of Oz, Ali Babba’s Treasure Cave, Jonah’s Whale, etc. There was also a petting zoo and a set for the Three Little Pigs complete with a wooden wolf, a three pig homes and three live pigs! (Pigs are stinky, by the way )

Sometimes, if there was any spare cash, we each got a marshmallow ice cream cone that probably cost a nickel or dime.

Mom and Grandma would also take us to the McKinley Monument and have us walk the stairs to the top and then turn and enjoy the view. They also let us play and roll down the grassy hillside to the bottom and sled ride there in the winter, ice skate in the frozen pond and warm our hands by the wood fires people made in 50 gallon barrels.

Mom loved visiting Barnesville, Ohio where she was born. She loved visiting relatives there and attending the annual Pumpkin Festival.

Grandma Mc told us that Mom was born on the kitchen table back in the days when doctors made house calls. How things change from one generation to the next!

I don’t remember Mom having a full-time job during most of my childhood but I do seem to remember her working part-time with Grandma McWilliams as a cleaning lady in an office building in downtown Canton, Ohio across from the 200 year old Church of the Savior United Methodist Church (where I would eventually work on-staff as Contemporary Music Director).

Mom and Grandma Mc cleaned the offices in the evenings after the doctors and business people left. I remember Grandma saying she was often stuck by syringe needles when she emptied trash cans. It was before there were controls over medical waste.

One of my funniest memories of Mom and Grandma Mc was when a nightclub opened for women only. It was called the Regal Beagle, if I remember correctly. The club had male exotic dancers like the Chippendales! Women would line up down the sidewalk for a block waiting to get in. One day I was walking to a friend’s house when I saw Mom and Grandma Mc, grinning from ear to ear, right in line with all the other women waiting to see the half-naked male stripper dancers!! Go Mom and Grandma Mc! Good for you!! I love that memory.

Hugs, Music and The Wizard of Oz

Mom was very tactile and very loving. She loved to hug and kiss her children on the cheek. We’d all giggle when she left a big lipstick kiss-mark on our cheeks.

If I sat with her on the sofa or swing, she would hum or sing while she’d gently rub my arm, back or head so softly it almost put me to sleep.

Getting up on the cold, Ohio winter mornings for school, no matter how grumpy I was that morning, Mom always walked me to the door and sent me off to school with her wonderful smile and the words, “Honey (or Stevie)….have a great day.” 

I am sure she knew school wasn’t going to be a lot of fun for poorer kids like us so she tried to start off the day on a positive note. I appreciate that a lot more now than I did then I suppose.

Mom loved listening to music and singing along. She had a record player in the dining room and played records by Elvis and Judy Garland. She also had records of the soundtracks from The Wizard of Oz and West Side Story. Whenever we were in the car, Mom would turn on the AM radio and we would all sing along to the songs together.

Back before there were videos and DVDs, the television broadcasters would air The Wizard of Oz once a year. It was a big deal. Mom always gathered us all together, made inexpensive Chef Boyardee pizza or even less expensive popcorn and we all watched  The Wizard of Oz together. It was great family time.

Mom was poor almost all of her life though there were several better years when Dad was working union wage factory jobs and we could make ends meet and even have some fun.

Mom was hospitalized numerous times and had more than her share of operations. Dad told me that Mom had as many miscarriages as children. I don't know if he was exaggerating. 

Eventually she would be overcome by pain and the hardships of life and she would unsuccessfully attempt suicide. Having had more than a dozen surgeries myself and having suffered decades of pain, I understand how she could become overcome and just want to end the pain. She wasn't weak. 

Mom passed away at age 45 - too young. The coroner did an autopsy and ruled it an accidental overdose of prescription medicines.

Mom was buried in Barnesville, Ohio next to her best pal, her Mom – Grandma Mc.

She deserved a better life than she got.

In spite of it all, she had a great smile, a great hug, and when she was happy, it was infectious.

That’s how I choose to remember her…in those happier times.

She died a year before my daughter Steffany was born. 

Mom would have loved Steffany. They are so much alike with their ability to smile, laugh and reach out to others with love. 

They would have been pals.

I can just imagine all the mischief, love and laughter they would have shared together. I am sorry they never met.

I hope that my daughter and I carry on that same loving spirit that embodied the lives of Mom and Grandma Mc.

I wrote a song that was inspired by my mother and my daughter. It is "Thank You God For Making Moms."

You can see a youtube video of  "Thank You God For Making Moms" at - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xW0d7JFm-X0



You can purchase a download of  "Thank You God For Making Moms"  at - http://www.amazon.com/Thank-You-God-Making-Moms/dp/B0083VCDX0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1339539968&sr=8-1&keywords=thank+you+god+for+making+moms

****Steven Skelley is a published author of several nonfiction works and the novella The Gargoyle Scrolls. He has been a newspaper columnist, travel writer, news writer, ordained minister, music director, creative arts director, theater reviewer and tennis instructor.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Steven Skelley releases single of THANK YOU GOD FOR MAKING MOMS


Steven Skelley has released a single of his song Thank You God For Making Moms which received over 98,000 views on youtube.

The song was written about Steven Skelley's mother Sherill and his daughter Steffany Joy. "I was born in Canton, Ohio in 1963 to Sherill May McWilliams Skelley. She taught me the amazing value of hugs and smiles and laughter. Mom’s mom, Virginia Margaret Wheatley McWilliams was her best friend as well as instigator and partner in their many silly and fun adventures. They modeled for me how great family can be. I hope my daughter and I carry on their legacy of love, friendship and shared adventure," Skelley said.



Thank You God For Making Moms is available as an MP3 download for only 99 cents at http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/stevenskelley


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Steven Skelley is a published author of several nonfiction works and the novella The Gargoyle Scrolls. He has been a newspaper columnist, travel writer, news writer, ordained minister, music director, creative arts director, theater reviewer and tennis instructor.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Every Day Is Mothers Day


Every Day Is Mothers Day is 100+ pages of thoughts, stories and photographs that celebrate the special relationship between moms and their children. Each book includes a special music CD of the touching single Thank You God For Making Moms. This is the perfect gift for any mother or child of any age.Author / Photographers Thomas Routzong & Steven Skelley asked readers to share their favorite family photos and then added thought-provoking or humorous captions to help us remember and celebrate that amazing mother-child connection.

With a music CD single of Steven Skelley's song Thank You God For Making Moms included, Every Day Is Mothers Day is the perfect gift book for any mother or child of any age.

Thomas Routzong
I was born in Cocoa, Florida in 1941 to Ethel Sue Duke Routzong. I was named after our family doctor, Dr. Thomas Kenaston, grew up in rural Cocoa on 30 acres in a farm atmosphere, and I can still almost taste the homemade butter and biscuits my mother made. My grandmother, Bess Cole Duke (Mama Duke) was like a second mother to me. I can still picture her standing there saying, "Anything worth doing is worth doing well."

Steven Skelley
I was born in Canton, Ohio in 1963 to Sherill May McWilliams Skelley. She taught me the amazing value of hugs and smiles and laughter. Mom’s mom, Virginia Margaret Wheatley McWilliams was her best friend as well as instigator & partner in their many silly and fun adventures. They modeled for me how great family can be. I hope my daughter and I carry on their legacy of love, friendship and shared adventure.

Click the video below to hear Steven's song Thank You God For Making Moms and see excerpts from the book Every Day Is Mothers Day.


Click here to watch youtube video of Thank You God For Making Moms

Click here to purchase Every Day Is Mothers Day
Every Day Is Mothers Day book and CD + FREE SHIPPING!
Price $ 12.00

Thank You God For Making Moms is available as an MP3 download for only 99 cents at http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/stevenskelley


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Steven Skelley is a published author of several nonfiction works and the novella The Gargoyle Scrolls. He has been a newspaper columnist, travel writer, news writer, ordained minister, music director, creative arts director, theater reviewer and tennis instructor.

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