“Hippity, Hoppity, Easter’s on its way!”
The sky is ablaze with sun. It is glorious today, and I’m heading outside after this. I’m going to uncover the deck furniture. I would love a band and some music for the unveiling.
I ran into a former student the other day who had graduated about twenty years ago. We hugged and chatted. She told me I hadn’t changed a bit. All I could think of was I must have looked much older when I was younger.
We never had school on Good Friday. It was considered a sacred day so we got to stay home. I really never cared all that much about the sacred part. I was just a kid and cared more about having the day off. We never had an Easter countdown like we did for Christmas so being giddy and impatient was never part of the weekend. My friends and I would ride bikes and play around the neighborhood like it was any other day. Easter Saturday was just about the same as every other Saturday. We’d have hot dogs, beans and brown bread for dinner, watch a little TV then take our baths. My sisters would cry when my mother combed the snarls out of their wet hair, and my brother and I would turn up the TV so we didn’t have to listen. It’s not that we found the sound heart-wrenching. It was annoying, just as my little sisters were.
My mother was always a bit busier that Saturday. She’d take off tags and iron any wrinkles in our new clothes then set them out, ready for the morning. After we were in bed, she’d go to her hiding place and bring out the baskets and the stuff to put inside then put them together. We never heard her. Falling to sleep the night before Easter was never a big deal.
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April 2, 2010 at 11:24 am
I think I like the move to wordpress. Now I get coffee delivered to me!
April 2, 2010 at 12:00 pm
Jane,
I put subscribe on the sidebar, but I wasn’t all that sure how it worked so I’m happy to hear you get it delivered now!!.
I’m still learning word press and want to do a bit of exploring to find add-ons and extras.
April 2, 2010 at 11:38 am
We too hade a day of from school on Good Friday (and also on monday, do You call that second day of easter?) Thankfully mothers then didn´t care about the sacred either, but they did get a lot of criticism from the older in the neighbourhood. If Jesus suffered so should we 🙂 🙂
Easter eve were the kids big day with dressing up as witches begging for candy and still we had already gotten a big easter egg filled with candy that morning (perhaps it isn´t strange that we sweeds eat more candy than any other people. Around 37,5 pounds each/year 🙂 )
On easter day we all traveeled to grandma´s. Dinner (and more easter eggs) and meeting relatives that we otherwise did everything to avoid 🙂
Have a happy easter now!
Christer.
April 2, 2010 at 11:58 am
Christer,
I think we just call it Easter Monday, but we had school that day so it was a regular day for us. I still love your dressing up as witches and going door to door. We sometimes got chocolate Easter eggs in our baskets, but chocolate bunnies were the favorites. We usually had dinner at home but also went to my grandmother’s. The whole clan showed up, and she always had treats and surprises for us.
Happy Easter to you too!!
April 2, 2010 at 12:16 pm
Good Friday and Easter Monday were always part of our celebration, in other words we go the day off.
Just beautiful weather here in Michigan, in to the 80s and the garden is calling.
Tomorrow, we will be gathering around the TV at 6.00 pm to see if Michigan State University can return to the NCAA Final game. Go Green Go White…Spartans
April 2, 2010 at 12:32 pm
My Dear Hedley,
It is beautiful here too. The Cape stays chillier longer than inland so I expect Boston is in the 70’s today. I have been out sitting on the deck putting my decorative solar lights together and sticking them in the yard all the while getting lots of sun.
I wish you and Michigan the best!!!!
April 2, 2010 at 12:34 pm
I remember one Good Friday my friend and I were walking the freight tracks just to see where they went. Someone along the way called the state police on us and we got bagged at a crossing on our way back home. The officer thought we were running away and wanted to know why we weren’t in school. I think he didn’t believe that we had the day off for Good Friday. He gave us a choice to walk back on the roads or ride back in the patrol car. We didn’t know where we were because we had walked a long way so we had to ride back to town in the patrol car. It’s amazing how many people manage to see you when you’re sitting in the back of one of those things. There was one man standing on his porch roof with his back to the street and even he managed to do a double take. At least the officer didn’t call our parents and we didn’t tell them either. Not until years later when the parental statute of limitations had expired. 😀
April 2, 2010 at 12:39 pm
caryn,
I laughed at the thought of you being bagged by the police, especially the state police. Here the state police are huge in statue, about the size of giants. They are notorious for bagging speeders.
I remember once getting a ride home in a police car from the square. The officer was my friend’s brother-in-law so he stopped and asked if we wanted a ride. We did but didn’t expect he’d turn on his lights when he dropped us off. Like your, I expect my neighbors got an eyeful.
April 2, 2010 at 1:59 pm
Dear Kat,
I hadn’t popped in to Coffee for a month or so and was shocked to reach a “Blog does not exist” message when I stopped in for a wee fix. I was concerned that something had happened to you so decided to try checking on “Letters from a Hill Farm” and was delighted to find your new home!
So sorry to hear of your trouble. I don’t think record companies realise that bloggers like yourself actually introduce people to a lot of music and that this has a positive knock-on effect on sales.
I’ve been stopping by for what must be a few years now so I’m glad you’re still going strong. And I can subscribe! How lazy, and what a treat.
All the best to you in your new set-up.
Lois from Glasgow
PS I discovered the amazing Malcolm Holcombe recently when he stepped in as a last minute support act for a gig. He blew me away! I think he’s from North Carolina and I imagine you’ve probably heard of him but if not you should check him out. His albums For the Mission Baby, Gambling House, and Not Forgotten are stunning.
So, ahem, much longer post than I meant to leave! Happy Easter!
April 2, 2010 at 2:28 pm
lois,
Thanks for the well wishes. I’m starting to get the hang of this: a little paint, a little decorating, and it will feel like home. I know Rick told me he had bought several albums as a result of the songs I’ve posted so Coffee served a good purpose in introducing people to different artists. I can’t see that I was such a big threat to the record industry, but obviously I was and needed to be erased.
I am enjoying some of the differences here and will still looking to add more once I get the hang of it. There are add-ons I’m going to investigate. That subscribe choice is a good one.
I have heard of Malcolm Holcombe but haven’t any music of his. I’ll have to remedy that-thanks for the the tip!
Happy Easter to you too and thanks for finding me!!
April 2, 2010 at 2:13 pm
Kat, it was the state police from there and he was big. It was 45 years ago and I still remember his name and his face. After he had read us the riot act about wasting police time, he was very nice but we were too subdued to think so at the time.
April 2, 2010 at 2:22 pm
caryn,
They are giants, aren’t they? I still remember the one who kept calling me Miss Why. They do make an impression.
April 2, 2010 at 3:55 pm
so glad you are getting settled into the new place
it has been gorgeous here in the ohio valley
i’ve decided that the next time i get roped into karaoke
i will sing “those were the days’: everyone knows the chorus and loves to sing it!
April 2, 2010 at 4:02 pm
Splendid,
I still have a lot to learn, but the basics were easy. I have a picture to use in the header from Morpfy and I’ll try that tomorrow.
It was gorgeous here too today-I sat on the deck and got loads of sun.
You’re right-every one knows the chorus!
April 2, 2010 at 6:59 pm
That’s funny! Looked old when you were young. I just was told my the lady at our County Tax office who asked “oh you’re turning 63 this year” I said, “well maybe”. She said, “you look like you’re turning 21 for the third time”. Well ooooookaaaay! Try that on your student but do the math first.
April 2, 2010 at 7:34 pm
Z&Me,
Okay, I’ll accept that as next summer I’ll be 21 for the third time.
April 3, 2010 at 6:10 am
Dang, I had my money on 22 …
Cheers
April 3, 2010 at 9:44 am
Minicapt,
I’m glad I don’t!!!!
April 3, 2010 at 11:10 am
Kat, it’s THIS summer that you’ll be 21 for the third time. Well, you never were very good at math.
April 3, 2010 at 11:21 am
Sheila,
It was the year I forgot, not the math!