For My Sisters
These are the days of Mega Churches and I am hopelessly lost in old memories of other times. I do not apologize, for I think those times (including the trivialities of coloring Easter eggs) still have meaning and value in my life… even as I have respectfully left behind organized religion long ago. Small congregations still abound, supportive communities of fellowship. Happy Easter.
I give these memories to my sisters, knowing they probably have their own versions:
Mother boiled eggs for my sisters and me. They were usually eggs from our Grandmother’s hens. Then we would sit around the table with varying bowls of vinegar and dye, and transfers of flowers and birds and bunnies.Sometimes we would dip an egg half in a blue dye, the other half in yellow and watch as the colors blended into a vibrant green, and we would write our name on the egg with crayon. Baskets were filled with green shredded paper grass, eggs, chocolate bunnies and yellow marshmallow chicks.
New dresses. Yellow for me, blue for Nancy and white for Annie. Funny little grown up hats. Most of the girls in Sunday School Class had a new dress, lace trimmed anklets, and Mary Janes. We looked like a tulle flower garden, awkward as growing girls can be, standing in front of the small congregation, singing our Easter song as the sunlight pierced the blue and green stained glass windows with Jesus on the cross.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful: the Lord God made them all.
... P. L. Morningstar
I give these memories to my sisters, knowing they probably have their own versions:
Mother boiled eggs for my sisters and me. They were usually eggs from our Grandmother’s hens. Then we would sit around the table with varying bowls of vinegar and dye, and transfers of flowers and birds and bunnies.Sometimes we would dip an egg half in a blue dye, the other half in yellow and watch as the colors blended into a vibrant green, and we would write our name on the egg with crayon. Baskets were filled with green shredded paper grass, eggs, chocolate bunnies and yellow marshmallow chicks.
New dresses. Yellow for me, blue for Nancy and white for Annie. Funny little grown up hats. Most of the girls in Sunday School Class had a new dress, lace trimmed anklets, and Mary Janes. We looked like a tulle flower garden, awkward as growing girls can be, standing in front of the small congregation, singing our Easter song as the sunlight pierced the blue and green stained glass windows with Jesus on the cross.
All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, all things wise and wonderful: the Lord God made them all.
... P. L. Morningstar
posted by Looking for Hope | 2:31 PM
2 Comments:
Your memories are also mine. Three little girls with new Easter dresses, matching hats, gloves and purses. The boys had new pants, dress shirts and ties. We felt so special and so loved.
Happy Easter to you, as well, Morningstar!
Brought back memories for me also...it was me along with my 6 nieces & nephews and my mom made all our easter clothes. But this easter I spent it with my son and wife's family...and yeppers I colored easter eggs...I never have felt so loved as I did that night!
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