Reflections on Easter Morning


All the same memories rise to the surface this morning so I thought I would reblog this post from 2019. Today we will see and hug two of our grandchildren for the first time in well over a year.

On this day, I extend best wishes to you and yours.

For those who celebrate, I wish you a happy and blessed Easter.

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Day 200

I woke up at 2:00 a.m. with Easter hymns running through my head. I was flooded with memories of Easter with my family and missing those times with my siblings, my parents and my grandparents.

Easter morning was always early as we almost always got up and went to Sunrise Service out on a hillside somewhere. If the weather (rain and snow) did not allow for it, we still got up and went to church.

I remember well the new crisp Easter dresses with crinolines that scratched my legs. We always had a shiny new pair of black patent leather shoes and on a rare occasion, an Easter bonnet. For some reason, my parents dressed my two older sisters as if they were twins, even though they were almost a year and a half apart — they hated it as they got older. My…

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