Thursday, March 28, 2013

Easter

I always loved Easter. That was the time of year I could always look forward to getting a new dress. There would be lots of treats in the baskets that my mom hid around the house after we went to bed on Easter Eve. There would be so much candy that my mom would freeze some to make it last longer. I enjoyed coloring eggs with my siblings.

One year I thought it was cool to crack my eggs on my knees. I picked one out of my basket and gave it a whack only to find out that it was a taw egg. My suspicions were that my brother did that on purpose, although I’m not sure he would admit it even now.

There were the pictures as if this was the only time of year us kids were all dressed up and looking decent.

We always went to my Grandma’s for dinner where she prepared too much food. My favorite was her Cole slaw. Yum! My least favorite was her picked eggs. Yuck!

The weather could be anything from beautiful and springy to freezing cold and wintery. Some years my mom let us girls skip the dresses and wear pants as the sunrise service was a couple of feet deep in snow.

One of my favorite Easters, one that still sticks out in my mind today, was when I was five years old. It was actually Monday, the day after Easter and my mind must have been full of questions. My brother and dad had gone to church for Awana for the evening. My 5-month old baby sister was asleep in her cradle and my mom made us cups of hot cocoa (must have been one of those cold Easters). We sat together on the couch, in the peace and quiet, while I asked her one question after another. That was the night I gave my life to Jesus. My life has never been the same.

For me Easter is definitely a time for celebrating!
 
My Very First Easter (and my big brother)
   
 
 
Easter bloopers for your veiwing pleasure.





 

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