Angie Blair knew exactly what to get her mom for Mother’s Day. It was perfect. Angie, then a 4-year-old girl, remembered the display of flowers at the store well enough to draw a picture for her father.
The night before, Angie’s mother, Sharon Blair, had rushed 18-month-old brother Steven “Bo” to the hospital emergency room with an ear infection. They were up all night, returning to their Southwest Boise home exhausted at 4 in the morning. A few hours later, her husband, Ray Blair, came into the bedroom to say Angie was eager to go get a Mother’s Day gift. He held a piece of paper that Angie had drawn showing flowers inside a box — probably a corsage, he said — so the two headed to Grand Central.
At the store, Angie excitedly pointed out the display of blue and white flowers to her dad. Maybe she was mistaken, he thought. It was a memorial wreath made with plastic flowers on a big metal stand — the kind you place on a grave. He tried to persuade her to pick out a nice corsage instead, but Angie’s mind was made up: To her, it was the perfect gift.
When they returned home, Sharon could hear Angie’s excitement as she ran through the house into the bedroom with a very large box and a smile beaming just as big.
“You could just see the joy,” Sharon said. “I just burst into tears with the joy of a little girl bringing me a memorial wreath for Mother’s Day.”
That was 42 years ago, in 1974, and Sharon and Angie are still smiling. The gift has been a fond family memory.
“She has always been one who treasures all the little things — the little moments,” said Angie Elkington, now a mother herself with two children living in Meridian.
“Maybe joking — maybe not — I said maybe you could put it (the memorial wreath) on my casket when I go,” Sharon said with a smile. “I would love it.”