The word brings a variety of memories to my mind. New spring dresses with white dress shoes. Eating ham dinners. Dyeing eggs. Hunting Easter eggs. Cadbury Eggs. Chocolate bunnies. And sunrise services at church.
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All the things a good Southern protestant girlie excitedly anticipates each year! Well, maybe not the sunrise service but I did look forward to going out for breakfast afterward!
I vividly remember one Easter down South as a young teenager. The holiday came in early March that year and snow had fallen overnight. That alone was unusual for Arkansas! But not the end of our excitement!
After the sunrise service we returned home to move our dog from the carport to the backyard before heading out to get breakfast. My younger brother and the dog had a routine for this. Stephen opened the carport door, the dog ran through the kitchen, around the kitchen table once and then shot straight out the sliding glass door into the backyard. Only this time Stephen didn't get the door open in time. And Dusty, the dog, ran smack into the glass door.
Have you ever tried to coax a yellow lab with a bleeding nose out from under a bed while wearing a brand new Easter dress? No? I really don't recommend it.
I also have a few New England Easter memories.
Lent and Easter in Rhode Island were quite a shock to my Southern sensibilities. First of all, who wants to wear a new lightweight spring dress when it's 40* outside?! And forget wearing open-toed dress shoes with the new dress. I'll take boots, if you please!
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One Ash Wednesday in particular stands out in my memory. I had JUST finished reading the latest book in the Left Behind series by Tim LaHaye. (If you aren't familiar with the series, it is a fictionalized account of the "End Times.") In the book, God placed a smudge-like image on each Christian's forehead. The image was ONLY visible to other Christians.
So, here I go driving down the road, still thinking about the book, when I pass a Catholic church where people were leaving a service. And they all had SMUDGES ON THEIR FOREHEADS! I may or may not have freaked out a little and checked the mirror to see if I had a smudge on my forehead.
And when I didn't see one, I may or may not have continued to freak out, just a little.
Whether it's biting into a rich Cadbury Egg, taping a broken glass door, or fearing I missed the Second Coming, one thing's for sure - Easter evokes a lot of memories for me!
Come back tomorrow when I'll be sharing how I'm creating new Easter memories with my children this year.
What memories of Easter or Lent do you have?