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!”,
Happy Glorious Easter dear friends!
Every single, little thing is going to be Ok.
HE said so.
this is a re-post of one of my favorites.