Easter Memories

As this day draws to a close, my mind wanders back through the years…

Easter when I was young meant a new dress, hair curled (with bristly rollers and a hot hair dryer on Saturday), gloves, hat, purse and maybe new shoes. We’d go to church with Aunt Helen.

1-Easter with Aunt Helen
Fancy hats, purses, shoes and gloves.

We’d have an Easter egg hunt in the house. My sister and I each had a woven basket with a nest of green paper grass and filled with eggs we had colored the day before. We usually had some plastic eggs filled with candy, too.


I also remember having delicate large decorated sugar eggs that were hollow inside with a peep-hole on one end to look at a spring-themed diorama inside.

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Sugar Easter Egg

Most years, we’d drive the hour or so to Grandma and Grandpa’s house where we’d have a big meal with cousins and Aunts and Uncles and look for Easter eggs out in the yard. I don’t have many specific food memories associated with Easter. Jelly beans, marshmallow peeps and chocolate rabbits were the main treats we had.

In later years, Easter day usually meant a long morning at church. As church organist/pianist, I often played for 3 or even 4 services on Easter morning. When my husband and I had small children of our own, we made special arrangements with the Easter Bunny to visit while we were away at church (since we didn’t have time before church usually).

B hunting Easter Eggs, 1998
Easter egg hunting in the yard, Easter Sunday, 1998

We colored eggs every year often experimenting with new ways to decorate the shells — natural dyes, crayon batiks, rubber bands, ombre effects, etc.

Easter Eggs

Holy Week holds very special memories of having our daughter. I wrote about this in another blog post, The Miracle of Grace. I am still in AWE of the miracle of her birth. Hallelujah! She was baptized on Easter Sunday.

Holy Week services have been an important part of my faith journey. I remember being moved to tears singing Ah, Holy Jesus in an 1800’s sanctuary on Good Friday. I remember singing in and directing Easter/Holy Week cantatas. Lent and Tenebrae services made more sense after we became Lutherans. I’ve attended a few Seder meals in the home of a Jewish friend and cherish those memories. There have been healing services and prayer vigils.

One year when our children were very young we visited my mom and dad for Easter weekend. After we came home from church, we found a tree in their yard decorated with plastic Easter eggs. There were other eggs hidden around their yard. It was quite a mystery because none of us had made arrangements for the Easter Bunny to visit us there. (We solved this mystery many years later when a neighbor admitted being the accomplice.)

Easter Egg Tree

Our children are much older now (18 and 21). This year we didn’t even color eggs at all. We did indulge in some candy, though. I deeply enjoyed attending church together, all four of us since it such a rare event now that our oldest is away at college. The church we attend now has a tradition of singing the Hallelujah Chorus (from Messiah) at the end of the Easter morning services. Anyone in the congregation who would like to sing with the choir is invited to do so. My son and I both went up to sing. It was joyous.


Whatever your faith tradition, I hope we can agree that LOVE and CARING for each other are essential for living our lives together now and forever.




CPR for Worried Souls

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I don’t do re-blogs very often.  But this one is perfect for me now, so I am passing it along to all of you in case it is perfect for you, too.

I follow a blog called “The Mid-Week Message” published by a United Methodist pastor in Cherokee, Iowa.  His name is Magrey.  He is a friend of one of my dear friends, and though I have not met him personally we have exchanged a few emails. His posts are well written, insightful and often strike me as iron sharpens iron. (Psalm 27:17).

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The post I’m sharing is entitled CPR for Your Worried Soul. Magrey encourages his readers to give CPR to their souls.  CPR:  Cultivate Contentment; Practice Mental Sabbaths; and Revive Relationships.

I’m going to strive to take his advice.  Please let me know if you take it, too.

As I’ve been writing this a passage from the Bible keeps spinning through my mind:

“For this reason I say to you,
do not be worried about your life,

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as to what you will eat or what you will drink;
nor for your body, as to what you will put on.
Is not life more than food,
and the body more than clothing?

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Great White Egret (Casmerodius albus) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Look at the birds of the air,
that they do not sow,
nor reap nor gather into barns,
and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.
Are you not worth much more than they?

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And who of you by being worried
can add a single hour to his life?

And why are you worried about clothing?

Stargazer Lilies

Observe how the lilies of the field grow;
they do not toil nor do they spin,
yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory
clothed himself like one of these.

But if God so clothes the grass of the field,
which is alive today
and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace,
will He not much more clothe you?

You of little faith!
Do not worry then, saying,

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‘What will we eat?’
‘What will we drink?’
‘What will we wear for clothing?’

For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things;
for your heavenly Father knows
that you need all these things.
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness,
and all these things will be added to you.

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English: An orange sunrise at the ocean in South Korea, Dong Hae. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So don’t worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will care for itself.

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Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

— Matthew 6:25-34 NASB