I'm a little melancholy today. My parents weren't very religious but but they did religiously celebrate Easter. No matter what or where there was always at least a card for me even after I had gone away to college, and when I was young, I got an Easter basket (made by mom, not store bought) or a stuffed animal. On the air base in Panama I remember going to the officer's club for Sunday brunch. Usually this called for a new dress or lace tights and mom and I would wear hats. Dad wore a springy dress uniform.
Back in New York there would be dinner with the Wilkins and dad would roast a lamb, a ham, a turkey or a fresh ham -- sometimes all of the above! There would be dyed eggs and I would search the house and the yard.
So much nostalgia-- I guess cause I'm sick this weekend and couldn't make the choco-roonies. And mom and dad aren't here...
Here's a little more Easter memorabilia...
Still, happily, I have an invite to dinner and many wonderful memories to resurrect!
Happy Easter!