As a child I associated Easter with spring and as a time of renewal. Our family always attended sun rise service at a lake near our home. The morning was filled with a moist cold air. This was the first time to wear our white patent leather shoes, spring dresses and little straw hats. Shivering we would stand for what seemed like hours waiting for the sun to rise.
photo by Thorsten Path |
Then it was on to church where we took spring flowers to attach to the cross.
Some Easters were early and we were lucky if we even had a daffodil to take to the church. It was the end of lent.
photo by Thorsten Path |
At our house, we never gave up meat on Friday as some of our friends did during lent. We were told to do a good deed for someone. That would be more Christ like. Well that was much harder to do than giving up meat.
Photo by Thorsten Path |
Of course, the eggs were sometimes cracked from dropping, unlike the plastic eggs today filled with goodies.And invariably, one egg would be undercooked.
But the fun was in locating the eggs which were really well hidden.
photo by Anne Johnson |
I'm not sure I understood what adults meant when they talked about our souls but I distinctly remember thinking as a child at my granddad's funeral that he was only asleep and maybe he would rise again like Jesus. My granddad died during Easter week.
Do you have Easter memories?
photo by Anne Johnson |
3 comments:
Beautiful pictures and nice memories.Those children are precious.
Lena
Thanks Lena.
The pictures were taken by my son-in-law and my daughter. Those beautiful kids are my grandchildren.
Nice thoughts, nice pictures, and beautiful grandchildren. I'll bet they're proud of your recent success with your novel. Congratulations.
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