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Easter

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)







Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Easter's on its way.


Bringin' every girl and boy Baskets full of Easter joy,
Things to make your Easter bright and gay.
He's got jelly beans for Tommy,
Colored eggs for sister Sue,
There's an orchid for your Mommy
And an Easter bonnet, too.




I don't know about you, but I could write lots and lots on the topic of Easter. For one thing, my brother was born on Easter Sunday. He was born at home and because there was a lot of confusion around the house, I didn't get my Easter basket until noontime. My father took me by the hand and led me around to the chimney where he had placed it early that morning. But by then a dog had eaten the candy and the imitation grass was scattered all over the place. I was only two-and-a-half years old, but I remember it.

My family attended church on Easter Sunday, and from the time I was fourteen years of age until I retired from teaching, I was a church organist and choir director. Easter Sunday meant special music and special choir selections, and that took a lot of preparation. Then afterward, my family would enjoy a big meal together.

What can you tell us about Easter? Did your family dye eggs and have an Easter Egg hunt? Did you get a new outfit for Easter? Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.








 


Easter

By Amy (Fabulousfilly@aol.com)





A TIME FOR REFLECTION JOYOUS EMBRACE
A TIME TO LIVE, CELEBRATE LIFE'S RACE
LIVE FOR TODAY, TOMORROW NOT HERE
LIVE AND LOVE AND BE OF GOOD CHEER


BASKETS OF CANDY, BUNNIES GALORE
CHILDREN KNOW ONLY TO HUNT FOR MORE
FILL THEM WITH GOODIES, EGGS AND GRASS
HIDE THEM IN CREVICES, CHOCOLATE WONT LAST.


KIDS WAITING FOR THE BUNNY HIPPTITY-HOP
MOM BOILING EGGS, WATER OVER THE TOP
BELIEVE IT OR NOT
GRASS WAS A BUMPER CROP











 


Easter

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)





The daffodils have raised their heads
And Spring is in the air
The trees are busy leafing out
I feel I haven't got a care


The sun is streaming down upon
The cold and frozen ground
Critters are all peeking out
To see what's happening around


Cleaned my closets and put away
The sweaters, scarves and coats
Got out my Spring-like wardrobe
Optimists are washing off their boats


My head is in the Springtime mode
House cleaning chores seem easy
But, hark, the skies are darkening
It is extraordinarily breezy


Oh, oh, we are fooled again
This early warmth is very fickle
Besides the gusty winds that blow
On the window I see a trickle


We close the windows, shut the doors
It is brewing up quite a storm
I can't believe it happening
Yesterday it was like summer "warm"


I know it's too early for the real Spring
That stays and lasts 'til summer
So now I'll put it all on "hold"
Wearing boots again will be a "bummer"











 


Memories of Easter

By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)





WHEN I WAS JUST A YOUNG THING, I LOVED EASTER. IT SEEMS THAT EVERY YEAR I GOT A NEW OUTFIT. A NEW HAT, NEW SHOES AND A NEW DRESS. THOUGH OUR FAMILY WAS LOWER MIDDLE CLASS, MY PARENTS WERE ABLE TO SEE THAT WE WERE ALL DECKED OUT FOR EASTER SUNDAY MASS. THE CHURCH WAS DECORATED WITH LILLIES, THE AROMA OF WHICH PERMEATED THE AIR AROUND THE ALTAR. CANDLES WERE BURNING IN A TRIANGLE FORM ON THE ALTAR ITSELF. ON THE SIDE ALTAR, WAS AN EMPTY TOMB, DEPICTING CHRIST'S RISING FROM THE DEAD. ON GOOD FRIDAY, A STATUE OF THE DEAD JESUS WAS LAID IN THE TOMB. AS A CHILD, I WAS IN AWE OF THE STORY OF EASTER.

AS I GREW OLDER, THE REAL MEANING OF EASTER HAS STAYED WITH ME. GRANTED, I STILL ENJOY SEEING LITTLE CHILDREN HUNT FOR EASTER EGGS, BEG FOR CHOCOLATE BUNNIES AND JELLY BEANS IN THEIR BASKETS. MARSHMALLOW CHICKIES, TOO. BUT, THE RISEN LORD IS WITH ME ALWAYS.

BEING FROM A POLISH FAMILY, I REMEMBER THE EASTER BREAKFASTS AFTER MASS. EVERYONE OF OUR RELATIVES GATHERED AT BABCI'S HOUSE (GRANDMA IN POLISH) AND FEASTED ON KIELBASA AND EGGS, HAM AND PIEROGI, RYE BREAD AND BABKA..(A KIND OF RAISIN BREAD).

IF I DIDN'T GET A CHOCOLATE BUNNY, I WAS VERY UNHAPPY. TODAY, I BUY ONE FOR MYSELF. JUST RECENTLY, I BOUGHT ONE TOO EARLY. I TOOK A BITE OF IT'S EARS, THEN IT'S HEAD AND FINALLY THE REST OF HIM. I GUESS I HAVE TO GET ANOTHER ONE AND, HOPEFULLY, SAVE IT UNTIL EASTER SUNDAY ITSELF..HA HA..I WONDER IF I CAN!! HAPPY EASTER TO EVERYONE OUT THERE. MAY THE RISEN LORD BLESS YOU AND EVERYONE IN YOUR FAMILY. AND, DON'T FORGET THE CHOCOLATE BUNNY FOR YOURSELF.










 


My Memorable Easter

By Doris (Toto38@aol.com)





We were a big family and didn't have much to spare for special outfits. Our clothes were mostly hand-me-downs and very utilitarian for every day. Until Easter came. Then mom went all out for all of us!

One year, in particular, sticks out in my head. The Easter after I turned thirteen. Mom took me shopping to Abraham & Strauss, on Fulton Street in downtown Brooklyn. It was my day to shop for Easter. Mom loved shopping. Usually, I went along and let her pick out whatever she decided was best. This time was different. Mom said I was to pick out what I wanted to wear for that Easter, as I was now a young lady of thirteen.

There were SO many beautiful outfits to choose from and I think I probably tried on almost all of them! Until I saw exactly what I wanted . . . a two piece fitted grey wool suit, with three shades of grey on either side of the jacket's waistline. The skirt was a semi-flare . . . it was love at first try-on, and mom agreed. The saleswoman boxed up the suit, and put a handle on the box so I could carry my prized possession. Then we were off to the shoe store.

What color would go well with my beautiful new grey suit? We went to Thom McAn's Shoe Store. Mom spotted them in the window even before I did. She said, "Ah, red Mary Jane shoes with a small high-heel, for Dorothy!" I tried them on, walked around the store a few times, did a little impromptu dance step, and that was it! But mom was never one to do things half-way. Hat, purse, gloves and my first pair of nylon stockings were next! So back we went to A. & S.

The hat was all white tulle with red edged tiny white rosebuds, and sat perfectly towards the side of my head. Lovely white nylon gloves with a ruffled cuff, and a small red purse to match the shoes ... but the nylons ... oh, the nylons. What a special part of that Easter outfit for me. There was no trying them on, but mom opened the box and had me make a fist. Then she placed my fist inside the top of the nylon and checked how the color would suit me and my suit. They were the palest beige and finest denier they made at the time, and mom bought the three pairs in the box as we both wore the same size. When we got home I tried the whole outfit on for inspection and took the teasing from my brothers, and oohs and aahs from mom and my sisters with happy giggles.

Easter arrived a week later and, dressed in our finery, we all went to church together. I can still remember how I felt that day. Grownup, ladylike and happy . . . Oh, so happy! That was my very memorable Easter - 1952.










 


Meaning of Easter

By RickMack (rmrickmack@aol.com)





The significance of Easter
Is lost on most people today.
It’s not about a ham feast, or
Painting eggs a colorful way.


Neither does it concern new clothes,
Nor showing off in a parade.
It’s about a rabbit who rose
To fame for the baskets he made.


All are of superior weave,
Interwoven with soft pastels,
And all have handles, I believe,
At least those do that Walmart sells.


In assorted shapes and sizes,
Easily carried in one hand,
Filled with all sorts of surprises,
Distributed throughout the land.


There’s imitation grass inside,
And they’re covered with cellophane,
Of see-through colors that don’t hide
The goodies the baskets contain.


A good natured rabbit, indeed,
For he never asks for money,
And whether you’re rich or in need,
It’s all the same to this bunny.


Of his baskets, he’s mighty proud,
And pleased to send one your way.
Remember, no tipping allowed,
If you see him on Easter Day.











 


Easter

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)





Iris, Lily and Easter bunnies
Make for a nice spring day.
New hat and outfit,
Sunrise service always chilly.


Easter time again,
Wonder how many think
Of why it really is?
Not about candy and new clothes,
Deep-set meaning not exposed.


Modern era, modern thoughts,
All the old thoughts and beliefs,
Thrown away,
Now just the cell phone mentality.











 


Easter

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)





New Easter bonnets and dresses
Beauty shop special done tresses
Church services right at sunrise
Brunch foods are necessary buys


Easter baskets filled to the brim
Jelly beans purchased on a whim
Pastel colors seem to abound
Families gathering around


But mostly important to me
Are cute baby bunnies I see
Spring brings out the small cottontail
Yearly at Easter without fail


With tiny tails of cotton puff
More please I just can't get enough
Soon the quail babies will hatch out
Following a well chosen route


Their parents had scoped out the place
Many head for the seed dish race
Spring flowers are in bloom right now
Showing their colors wow oh wow


New Easter bonnets and dresses
Beauty shop special done tresses
Church services right at sunrise
Brunch foods are necessary buys











 


A Day of Honor

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)





Easter is sometimes the only time
in which families go to church.
We'll buy new clothes for the occasion
but is it to show them off to those
we haven't seen in years.
I wonder if the Lord knows this
is the sole reason we attend or
do we want him think we're honoring
the day of His Son's resurrection?


When I was younger
Easter had a special flower
we were to wear to church
the color would signify whether
your mother was living or not.
A white flower meant your mother
was no longer alive and a
colored flower meant that she was.


I think a lot us have forgotten
the real reason for Easter.
It's a day of sadness and remembrances
of our Lord and Savior
Did we teach our children what
this special day was or did we let them
think it's a day for a new dress.


Easter is for the Christian faith,
for Jesus was crucified on a Friday
and had risen three days later --
a day we now call.......... Easter !











 


Easter Morn

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)





High on a Holland hill,
Sunrise services choraling,
Sleepy children play among tulips,
With New Birth eggs and baskets.


One little one nodded off,
And as the choir stopped its choraling,
Toddled off to find his Mum,
Among tulips and left his basket.


When coming back tomorrow,
The tulips will be spread and open,
A toddler will find his rabbit and eggs,
Among fullness he’ll find his basket











 


Easter Is Here–Alleluia!

By Evelyn (Evenccw@aol.com)





True Easter joy comes after following the Lenten journey, the forty days from Ash Wednesday to Calvary and the Resurrection on Easter Sunday. This is my heritage. The journey is personal and private as it wends its way into the inner spirit of each individual. In my growing-up years, under the tutelage of Benedictine nuns those forty days seemed endless! When Passion Sunday came, two weeks before Easter, all of the statues were draped in purple. For a child in parochial school, the two weeks between Passion Sunday and Easter were the longest two weeks of the year. I began to long to see the face of the child Jesus in the arms of St. Joseph. Kneeling before the Blessed Mother’s altar, I longed to see her face!



Sorrowful Lenten Journey



This somber time was lightened somewhat on Palm Sunday as we children processed with fronds of palm. We drove the nuns nuts as we fidgeted in our seats with the palms as we braided them, trying to be unnoticed. I still like to braid palms though it has become a lost art.



Palms on Palm Sunday



After what seemed an eternity, the Paschal Tritium arrived. When the statues were unveiled on Holy Thursday, there was a beginning of the sense Easter joy in the air. However, Good Friday was a day of lingering sadness. For me, it remains the most mournful day of the year. The altar stripped bared of its linen coverings and the tabernacle doors thrown wide open is a sight to melt a heart of stone. The memory of the corpus lying at the foot of the altar, illuminated by light shining through stained glass windows, is engraved in my heart. Noon to three o’clock on Good Friday always seemed interminable as we remained with Jesus as he expired on the cross.

The lighting of the Easter Fire and the blessing of Easter water took place early in the morning on Holy Saturday in the years of my youth. The Easter fire was lighted at dawn by a spark from two flints that were rubbed together. Jubilation abounded when the straw under a pile of wood caught fire. I felt so grown up the first time it was my responsibility to fetch the family’s yearly supply of holy water in a pint fruit jar! This was the one time of the year that I wished that I could be an altar boy. As years have passed, I have had beautiful granddaughters who have proudly carried out this dream for me.

At noon on Holy Saturday there was exultation in our home! Precisely at noon, the Angelus bells rang out proclaiming that Lent was over! The joyful sound echoed across the hills and dales. Fasting turned to feasting! We felt cleansed by the verdant waters of Easter. The last ham was taken down from the smoke house and Daddy began preparing it for our Easter feast. The whole household was a cacophony of happy sounds throughout. Most years we prepared for Easter Sunday guests. Mama was in the kitchen baking cakes. She always baked two when company came. There was cleaning to be done and the “little kids” made their bunny nests. By the time I was nine years old I proudly helped dye the Easter eggs. It was quite a ritual. Aunt Freda and Aunt Theresa called me and my sister Edna Mae the “Bunny’s” helpers. Of course, to keep in tradition with the younger ones, I always made a “nest” also so that the Bunny could lay his eggs in mine along side theirs on Easter morning!.



Alleluia, He is risen!



In my early years it was important that we had crispy new dresses and Easter bonnets. Mama made all of our clothes. Some years we had new patent leather shoes that remained our “Sunday best” until we outgrew them. As the years flew by I carried on this tradition with my own family. Tom always had a new Easter tie and little Johnny sported new trousers and Jacket. The girls, some years, had dresses made from the same bolt of cloth that I found at a bargain. They always had new Easter hats, which I made also. At Easter Sunday Mass Tom and I were like bookends, filling a pew with six children between us. The books, long gone from the shelf, have the bookends now moved back together.

The material aspect of the feast of Easter takes on greater joy and importance by the spiritual preparation that I put into it. Each year I take time to make a weekend retreat during Lent at a Jesuit retreat house whose motto is “Come Away to the Quiet . . . “ It prepares me for the Easter joy of the risen Lord that I come to anticipate each year. This year while there I wrote:


once again i’ve “come away to the quiet” of this place.
to recharge my battery God gave me the grace
to put my “busyness” on the shelf
and come away to the quiet to recreate myself.
i came as bartimaeus calling to Jesus from the branch of a tree
acknowledging my own spiritual blindness that I might see
how daily minutia absorbs
my energy, making a religion out of my chores.
i pray for new insight to deal with my blindness
and lastly, Lord, show me how to be
“the milk of human kindness.”



Cleansed of mind and spirit, as I look at the blue sky, I can hear green grass growing beneath my feet! There is a feeling of Easter in the air and the breath of spring has a woodsy tangy flagrance. Even the birds are singing, as if in ecstasy, to welcome with great joy the Easter mystery. This is a time for remembering, with love and appreciation, the people in my life who make a difference. My sincere wish is that hearts everywhere swell with gladness on Easter morning as the church choir sings, “Alleluia, alleluia, let the holy anthem rise!"


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Photos by Evelyn


Crosss in front of her parish church, St. Sebastian, Akron, Ohio.


Palm bouquet in front of the altar just last Sunday



Alleluia!











 

 

 

 



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