Easter Memories

The days leading up to Easter used to mean, to me,
the frantic sewing of new dresses for my daughters,
and the purchases of new shoes, tights, hats, gloves
. . . everything they wore on Easter Sunday had to be new.  

Ah, the busy good old days.

Below -- Easter 1991, at our old brick Craftsman house on the river.

Left to right, Anne, Grace, Alida (without her shoes, of course), baby Mary, Alice, and Maggie.

My two girls, and my sister's four.

Forgive me the chintz slipcover and matching draperies.  Hey, it was the 90s.

And I still like that Schumacher fabric.

This Easter, I didn't even help the Easter Bunny bring a basket to anyone.

Holy Week and the Easter weekend were not particularly busy for me,

but they were reflective.  Lots of praying and thinking.

On my mind -- a cousin who is very sick, and a dear, dear friend who had surgery scheduled.

So, not much posting.  As we used to say, it wasn't where my head was at.

But I just got a wonderful phone call from my friend's husband;

her surgery went well, nothing suspicious found.

I am rejoicing.  I was so ready for some good news!

Our traditional Easter Sunday ecumenical breakfast:  Matzoh and Easter Eggs.  Try it; it's delicious.

Howard's Easter used to involve dressing up in our town's Easter Bunny costume,

and hiding candy-filled eggs for our girls' nursery school.

He did this for years, even after the girls "graduated" to elementary school.

Yup, Howard in his gear, April 1991, and Alida in the red dress next to him.  She had no idea it was Daddy!             

This year, on the night before Easter, Howard donned a natty suit -- one without bunny ears --

and accompanied our daughter Anne to the Metropolitan Opera

for Das Rheingold, detouring to P.J. Clarke's for dinner first.  

Yes, 21 years do make a difference!

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Do you know what this is?

It is Matzoh Crack.

It's a Passover candy, easy to make, and hard to resist.

Want the recipe?  Click here!

Wow.  This is one crazy random post, isn't it?

I leave you with this.

The End.

I wish you the many blessings of Easter and Passover, my friends.  -- Cass

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Mr. Dion DiPoochy had a rough week.

He had a date with the groomer.

Here, he is trying to hide his shame under a car seat.

 "Please, friends!  Come and save me from this insanity!

Or at least, send me some mud."