One of my best chums is visiting and asked when is Easter this year?
That question sent us down memory lane to past Easters.
When I was growing up, Easter was a very big deal! I looked forward to my Easter basket that was carefully hidden by my parents. I was also excited to get a new Easter outfit. The photo on today’s blog was taken when I was 8 ½. I got a new suit, new patent leather shoes, a hat, and gloves for the occasion. I look like a very short adult in the photo. We also went to church, which seemed extra long, and had a special Easter dinner.
Some years I even got live chicks that were dyed purple, pink, or blue. I don’t look back on that memory very fondly. I still feel bad for the poor chickens!
As our daughters were growing up, they got Easter baskets. At one point we lived on a forested lot and my husband would set up an Easter egg hunt. He bought seconds candy from Brown and Haley in Tacoma and carefully hid it for the girls to find. We always went to Easter Mass and we dressed up a bit. I guess you could call them Easter outfits, but no one wore gloves or a hat!
After our daughter left home, we still went to Easter Mass at St. James in Seattle. It is a wonderful service and the music is memorable. It is one of those Masses that stay with you for a long time. It can get crowded, so we often just go to our neighborhood parish. Easter dinner isn’t anything special and we certainly don’t buy new clothes! We just try and dress up a bit.
We are rolling into our second Easter of the pandemic. We watched the St. James Easter Mass on our computer last year and will probably do so again this year.
Next year I hope to be back at St. James and will savor the music and the Mass. And I promise I won’t complain about the crowds or how long the service is!
I still believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and true love. Don’t even try to tell me different.Dolly Parton
I will see you on Wednesday.