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Remembering Easters of Yesteryear..

Oh how I remember the sun shining through the kitchen window on Easter Morning.

Mama is busy with her carefully ironed apron preparing the ham and baking her favorite colorful Italian cookies.

My sister is secretly hiding the decorated eggs.

The colorfully foiled simple little basket of Easter eggs sits on the table decorated with the fresh Easter linen. Near by are four special creamed eggs; one for each of us innocently set aside.

Rose and Mama are getting ready for mass. They are wearing their special dresses and bonnets. Every hair is in place and their spring coats are carefully taken from the plastic that cover them on the wire hangers.

It is that special day of the year when all is right...or should be.

The air is cool as we glance at the bay and walk down the side stairs. A robin glides by and lands to greet us as to say hi. We glance at the proud daffodils near the cellar windows as we ascent the slight incline of our street on our way to church.

The flowers seem to open anew this Easter morning. They seem so clear and bright...I am sure they have little faces smiling at the world singing "look at us".

They are a soltise reminder of the celebration of a journey that Jesus made for all.

People are different this morning as if the world has no problems, grudges or spite.

Life is good for all on this day.