It is Easter Weekend. As I watch television and see all the commercials for Easter, I am saddened to think that most people relate Easter with bunnies, chicks and chocolate. Not that I am against any of those things, but this is not what I think of when I think of Easter.I think back to the Easters I have in my past. I remember how my mother would slave over the sewing machine for hours in the weeks before Easter Sunday. She would pick out patterns that would work for both my sister and me. She would buy material, thread and zippers that all matched. We even went shopping for new shoes. Easter meant getting to wear our new spring outfits. I have pictures somewhere of my sister and me in matching outfits grinning at the camera as we stood in our front yard on Easter Sunday.
Easter always meant getting up VERY early and going to the sunrise service at church. There we would see our friends in their new outfits. We sang the songs that were popular for Easter morning. We then would eat the most wonderful food set out by the women. The day was for worshipping and thinking of what Christ had done for us. It seemed like a new beginning with the new growth in the yards and fresh smell of spring and HOPE in the air.
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