We have a book called “The Frontier Postmasters” written by Homer Stephen that has been donated to the museum. The book contains a wealth of knowledge about early history of North Texas. In it Mr. Stephen wrote about his mother and I wanted to print it here in Museum Matters for Mother’s Day.
In Appreciation of our Mothers
“About forty years ago I had the typhoid fever, a pioneer country doctor gave me some pills and some awful smelling medicine. Bless his heart, he was one of God’s noblemen.
My mother sat by my bed and cooled my fevered brow with a wet towel. Oh, what the name mother meant then and has since, she who in childhood wiped away every tear, who led me around the thorny pathways of childhood, and at night tucked the covers in that I might sleep comfortably in my little bed. And as we look back yonder in childhood we had the roses, the honeysuckles, the beauties of the garden.
But in every season, mother was the flower that cheered and blessed me. My father was dead and when the winds of the winter snow blew the flakes through the old farmhouse it was she by the light of the old kerosene lamp who looked the situation over to see if all was well with her little children. The world has brought me its crosses. I have met with ingratitudes and sorrows, but always the name of mother has been a bright light in the darkness, illuminating my pathway. I shall revere it forever. It was the first words my baby lips learned to utter. It is the last words any man worth his salt should speak, save in the spirit of holy reverence.”
Have a good Mother’s Day.