My list of special Easter memories
is as vivid and sharp as if it were yesterday:
* the sharp smell of vinegar when dying eggs
*my new Toni home perm
* a white stiff, crunchy feeling Easter hat
*white ruffled socks and my Spring dress shoes
*Mamaw’s (my maternal grandmother’s) lush carpet grass in her backyard on Alice Street in Kingsville
* the blue plumbago blossoms I liked to stick to my ears as earrings
*my mother’s sewing machine whirring while she made us new dresses
*the dilemma I faced as a little girl hunting Easter eggs.
(my worried expression tells it all)
What dilemma might that have been?
I wanted to win… to find my share of the eggs,
while appearing otherwise.
I wanted to run fast with my petticoat bouncing and my shoes pinching.
I wanted to beat my cousins to every single egg, without seeming like I wanted to.
I wanted to demonstrate the importance of ‘sharing’
while grabbing with the best of them.
I wanted to show that I had learned that
‘company goes first ‘ lesson I was taught,
while winning it all.
And then Mamaw and Papaw would shout “GO!”,