My Mother, Evelyne Frances Wallace Love, had a very special
relationship with her own mother, my grandmother, Lorena Grace Sanford Wallace
Werkhoven. For the most part, it was always just the two of them because, as I've mentioned before in this blog, her
Father left them when she was a very small girl. Perhaps that’s why they formed
such a close tie; one that could not be broken – and never was.
I’m very lucky to still have
some mementos that reveal that love – a few of the Valentine cards that
my Mother gave to my grandmother over the course of a few years. Since my
Mother was born in 1919, most of these were probably sent in the late 1920s and
early 1930s. The last two were obviously “store-bought." The first two are my
favorites. The heart was cut out and decorated by my Mother (who was a bit of
an artist herself), and the second one was created by her, as she cut out the
figure of a woman of the times and added her own words.
Mother was lucky to have had
her own mother with her for 66 years – the very age I am now. I lost her
when I was only 43 years old, and oh, how I wish I had been able to enjoy the same number of years that she had with her mother.
Here is my tribute to a
special kind of love: the love between a daughter and her mother.
@2014
Copyright by Carla Love Maitland
