Not only to my mother, but the mothers of all those whom I find joy in this life, "thank you mom's"
Especially little Mollie's, Kristin
I think it must somewhere be written, that the virtues of mothers shall be visited on their children, as well as the sins of the fathers. --Dickens.
The bravest battle that ever was fought; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not, 'Twas fought by the mothers of men. Nay, not with cannon or battle shot. With sword or braver pen, Nay, not with eloquent word or thought, From mouths of wonderful men; But deep in a woman's walled-up heart, Of woman that would not yield, But patiently, silently bore her part, Lo, there is that battlefield. No marshaling troops, no bivouac song; No banner to gleam and wave; But, those battles, they last so long, From babyhood to the grave! Yet faithful still as a bridge of stars, She fights in her walled-up town Fights on and on in the endless wars, Then silent, unseen, goes down.
-Joaquin Miller (1837-1913)
I will talk about the course tomorrow,