Easter memories…let’s see, okay, in the beginning there was Mom and the Methodist church. A (a=one) photo was taken of mom with the boys (my brothers 7 & 8 years older than I) and me, all dressed up for church. We all complained about the dressing up and I don’t recall any Easter church-going after that. My mom was a single parent in the 1950’s and a day off was a huge relief for her.
Aunt Vi and her longtime companion, Ivah, always colored eggs. Ivah and I did most of the coloring. They owned the house we lived in and rented the large downstairs apt. to us. This was the core of the village I was raised by.
The egg hunt was on; there was always a basket with a big chocolate bunny, and hidden gifts. I remember as if it were yesterday (Aunt Vi and I say this a lot) looking behind a chair and finding a kite! Ivah was a church going, Bible reading, Lutheran; as was her mother who also owned the house and lived there too. Her mom, Lane, was a pray-before-every-meal type and Aunt Vi hated that. Aunt Vi and I would open our eyes during the prayers and wink/smile at each other. “God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food. Amen.” Wow, came right back to me.
My point is simply that I did understand what Easter was meant to be. While I hated the twist into bunnies/eggs/gifts (LOVED the kite though---duh), I had seen so much hypocrisy from “good church people” that by the age of 5 I was already turned off of organized religion. (And yes, I had a rather large vocabulary by 5---thanks to Mom’s love of books/reading, TV, and hanging with so many adults. There were no kids my age in my “’hood.”
Now on Easter I watch the activities of humans. Interesting how they deal with the holiday. I like to watch the faces of the children.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter Yesterday and Today
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Easter memories…let’s see, okay, in the beginning there was Mom and the Methodist church. A (a=one) photo was taken of mom with the boys (my brothers 7 & 8 years older than I) and me, all dressed up for church. We all complained about the dressing up and I don’t recall any Easter church-going after that. My mom was a single parent in the 1950’s and a day off was a huge relief for her.
Aunt Vi and her longtime companion, Ivah, always colored eggs. Ivah and I did most of the coloring. They owned the house we lived in and rented the large downstairs apt. to us. This was the core of the village I was raised by.
The egg hunt was on; there was always a basket with a big chocolate bunny, and hidden gifts. I remember as if it were yesterday (Aunt Vi and I say this a lot) looking behind a chair and finding a kite! Ivah was a church going, Bible reading, Lutheran; as was her mother who also owned the house and lived there too. Her mom, Lane, was a pray-before-every-meal type and Aunt Vi hated that. Aunt Vi and I would open our eyes during the prayers and wink/smile at each other. “God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food. Amen.” Wow, came right back to me.
My point is simply that I did understand what Easter was meant to be. While I hated the twist into bunnies/eggs/gifts (LOVED the kite though---duh), I had seen so much hypocrisy from “good church people” that by the age of 5 I was already turned off of organized religion. (And yes, I had a rather large vocabulary by 5---thanks to Mom’s love of books/reading, TV, and hanging with so many adults. There were no kids my age in my “’hood.”
Now on Easter I watch the activities of humans. Interesting how they deal with the holiday. I like to watch the faces of the children.
Easter memories…let’s see, okay, in the beginning there was Mom and the Methodist church. A (a=one) photo was taken of mom with the boys (my brothers 7 & 8 years older than I) and me, all dressed up for church. We all complained about the dressing up and I don’t recall any Easter church-going after that. My mom was a single parent in the 1950’s and a day off was a huge relief for her.
Aunt Vi and her longtime companion, Ivah, always colored eggs. Ivah and I did most of the coloring. They owned the house we lived in and rented the large downstairs apt. to us. This was the core of the village I was raised by.
The egg hunt was on; there was always a basket with a big chocolate bunny, and hidden gifts. I remember as if it were yesterday (Aunt Vi and I say this a lot) looking behind a chair and finding a kite! Ivah was a church going, Bible reading, Lutheran; as was her mother who also owned the house and lived there too. Her mom, Lane, was a pray-before-every-meal type and Aunt Vi hated that. Aunt Vi and I would open our eyes during the prayers and wink/smile at each other. “God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food. Amen.” Wow, came right back to me.
My point is simply that I did understand what Easter was meant to be. While I hated the twist into bunnies/eggs/gifts (LOVED the kite though---duh), I had seen so much hypocrisy from “good church people” that by the age of 5 I was already turned off of organized religion. (And yes, I had a rather large vocabulary by 5---thanks to Mom’s love of books/reading, TV, and hanging with so many adults. There were no kids my age in my “’hood.”
Now on Easter I watch the activities of humans. Interesting how they deal with the holiday. I like to watch the faces of the children.
Easter memories…let’s see, okay, in the beginning there was Mom and the Methodist church. A (a=one) photo was taken of mom with the boys (my brothers 7 & 8 years older than I) and me, all dressed up for church. We all complained about the dressing up and I don’t recall any Easter church-going after that. My mom was a single parent in the 1950’s and a day off was a huge relief for her.
Aunt Vi and her longtime companion, Ivah, always colored eggs. Ivah and I did most of the coloring. They owned the house we lived in and rented the large downstairs apt. to us. This was the core of the village I was raised by.
The egg hunt was on; there was always a basket with a big chocolate bunny, and hidden gifts. I remember as if it were yesterday (Aunt Vi and I say this a lot) looking behind a chair and finding a kite! Ivah was a church going, Bible reading, Lutheran; as was her mother who also owned the house and lived there too. Her mom, Lane, was a pray-before-every-meal type and Aunt Vi hated that. Aunt Vi and I would open our eyes during the prayers and wink/smile at each other. “God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food. Amen.” Wow, came right back to me.
My point is simply that I did understand what Easter was meant to be. While I hated the twist into bunnies/eggs/gifts (LOVED the kite though---duh), I had seen so much hypocrisy from “good church people” that by the age of 5 I was already turned off of organized religion. (And yes, I had a rather large vocabulary by 5---thanks to Mom’s love of books/reading, TV, and hanging with so many adults. There were no kids my age in my “’hood.”
Now on Easter I watch the activities of humans. Interesting how they deal with the holiday. I like to watch the faces of the children.
Easter memories…let’s see, okay, in the beginning there was Mom and the Methodist church. A (a=one) photo was taken of mom with the boys (my brothers 7 & 8 years older than I) and me, all dressed up for church. We all complained about the dressing up and I don’t recall any Easter church-going after that. My mom was a single parent in the 1950’s and a day off was a huge relief for her.
Aunt Vi and her longtime companion, Ivah, always colored eggs. Ivah and I did most of the coloring. They owned the house we lived in and rented the large downstairs apt. to us. This was the core of the village I was raised by.
The egg hunt was on; there was always a basket with a big chocolate bunny, and hidden gifts. I remember as if it were yesterday (Aunt Vi and I say this a lot) looking behind a chair and finding a kite! Ivah was a church going, Bible reading, Lutheran; as was her mother who also owned the house and lived there too. Her mom, Lane, was a pray-before-every-meal type and Aunt Vi hated that. Aunt Vi and I would open our eyes during the prayers and wink/smile at each other. “God is great. God is good. Let us thank him for our food. Amen.” Wow, came right back to me.
My point is simply that I did understand what Easter was meant to be. While I hated the twist into bunnies/eggs/gifts (LOVED the kite though---duh), I had seen so much hypocrisy from “good church people” that by the age of 5 I was already turned off of organized religion. (And yes, I had a rather large vocabulary by 5---thanks to Mom’s love of books/reading, TV, and hanging with so many adults. There were no kids my age in my “’hood.”
Now on Easter I watch the activities of humans. Interesting how they deal with the holiday. I like to watch the faces of the children.
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