I love April, I love spring and I really love Easter. There’s a pretty natural reason for that, I suppose. I was born on Easter Sunday, 1962. There, I was honest about it. This month I will be 45 years old. For some reason, that just doesn’t bother me at all. When life is good, age is completely irrelevant, isn’t it?
I just finished addressing a couple of packages to our two granddaughters. They are getting The Tale of Peter Rabbit pop-up books from Grammy and Grandpa. It’s always been one of my favorites and I secretly hope all of my little ones will love the stories as much as I did.
It seems sort of strange that we no longer have to do Easter baskets at our house. After years of doing at least 6 of them, it’s almost as though I’m forgetting something important now during the Easter season. I’ll have to find something else now for my idle hands to do. Maybe deviled eggs are a better activity for an older lady.
It’s such a shame people don’t really seem to observe all of the Easter pageantry anymore. I remember as a child going to church on Sunday and seeing all of the grown-up ladies in their fancy suits and dresses and they always had corsages. The little ones were all spit-polished and dressed in lacy dresses, hats and patent leather shoes. No one dresses like that anymore, although it’s a tradition for me to present my mother with a corsage to wear on Easter Sunday. After all, Mom and I share a little something special on that day.
Do you have any Easter traditions you particularly remember or love?