“Well pleaseth me the sweet time of Easter That maketh the leaf and the flower come out.”

The day is beautiful with a bright sun and a deeply blue sky. The temperature will reach 58°, almost sunning on the deck weather. Gracie has been out most of the morning while Fern is basking in the sun from the front door. The forsythia in the garden is in full bloom. Its yellow leaves are almost too bright for my eyes, but I’m not complaining. They are a welcome sight. The buds on the trees are becoming more prominent, and my small lilac bush actually has tiny green leaves. Spring is finally here.

We’d have already bought our Easter clothes by now. My sisters tended to the frilly and both loved hats. White shoes with a strap and gloves completed their outfits. I remember how excited they were to have such lovely new clothes. I was into simple and easy to wear, but I always choose a dress because that’s what we all wore. I remember when I was older, probably around 12, I chose a suit like outfit. When we were at my grandmother’s, I heard my mother tell one of my aunts I wanted to be casual. It sounded as if she was defending my choice of a outfit lacking frills and Easter colors. My brother got stuck with a new shirt, pants and a tie. The tie was always a clip on.

During Easter week, the church had services from Holy Thursday through Easter. On Holy Thursday night, the service included the washing of the feet. My mother and I went one year, the year my grandfather was chosen to have his feet washed. All I remember is neither of us could stop laughing. We were able to be quiet, but our shaking shoulders gave us away. Neither one of us dared look at the other. I don’t know what started us, but I do know we took a long time to stop. My grandfather was short so maybe it was tangling feet or the look on his face, so solemn, as the priest knelt before him as he washed my grandfather’s feet. The only other part of that service I remember is the smell of incense as the priest walked up and down the middle aisle slowly moving the incense burner back and forth. I loved that smell.

This Easter my friends Clare, Tony and I, are going out to eat, to the same place we went last year. It is on the ocean and the view is spectacular as is the food. I won’t be in frills or petticoats, but I’ll be dressy. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll might wear a hat in memory of those long ago Easters!

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12 Comments on ““Well pleaseth me the sweet time of Easter That maketh the leaf and the flower come out.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Hats, shoes and pocketbooks were the only part of the Easter outfit that I enjoyed choosing. My mother always chose dresses that were super frou-frou and came with nylon petticoats and stiffeners. The nylon was gathered at all the seams, the sleeves and the waist and caused my skin to break out in an itchy rash. I hated Easter dresses. When I was old enough to have my own say in the matter the nylon frou-frou was forever banished. 🙂
    I will be cooking lamb for Easter. Lots of garlic and rosemary will be involved in the process as well. Yum.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Oops, I’d forgotten all about the pocketbooks! Frou-frou and I never got along too well. I wanted simple and easy!

      I love your dinner choice. Lamb is one of my favorites especially with garlic and rosemary.

  2. Hedley Says:

    Kat, I dont know if you spotted this in the new releases but there is a 3 disc set coming on May 3rd called “Tell My Sister” by Kate and Anna McGarrigle. Its the first two albums plus a disc of demos, outtakes etc.

  3. olof1 Says:

    I can´t remember us buying new clothes for easter so I guess we never did. But I do think we did before christmas though.

    I doubt that any lutheran protestant priest ever would get the idea to wash anyones feet to be honest 🙂 🙂 🙂 But I wouldn´t be surprised if they had forced someone to wash their feet instead 🙂 🙂 🙂 We don´t have incense either. The only thing we had as I can remember was priest talking of death and punishment 🙂 🙂 🙂

    It has been a warm and nice day here. Leafs are sprouting out from all trees now, but I still have to scrape ice from my car windows many mornings.

    Have a great day now!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      The washing of the feet is a rite from the Last Supper, “…before the Last Supper, Jesus washed the feet of his disciples. By performing this lowly act of service, the Bible says in John 13:1 that Jesus “showed them the full extent of his love.” It is still only men who get their feet washed.

      It was a beautiful day today but it got really cool when the sun got lower in the late afternoon.

  4. Zoey & Me Says:

    The washing of the feet symbolizes what? I think I missed a chapter in the Catholic Church growing up. I would have howled at watching that and felt embarrassed for the person, a Grandfather. Both my grandfathers died before I was five so I only barely remember the one in England and remember the one in Miami because we visited there twice a year.

    • katry Says:

      Z&Me,
      Before the Last Supper, Jesus washed the feet of his disciples. By performing this lowly act of service, the Bible says in John 13:1 that Jesus “showed them the full extent of his love.” The priest does it as an act of service.

      I think I only went that once and it broke me up.

  5. Lori Kossowsky Says:

    SInce I celebrated Passover, I never had to wash my feet. HA! I always liked the seder dinners although they ran much to long for a child– many hours. My father’s cousin who had escaped from the Nazis, read it in both Hebrew and English. I remember I couldn’t wait till my younger cousin was old enough to read the four questions.

    • katry Says:

      Lori,
      I have been to only one Seder dinner, and I loved listening and watching. All of the symbols were explained to me so I would understand.

  6. J.M. Heinrichs Says:

    Kat, in a Hat???

    Cheers

    • katry Says:

      Z&Me,
      An old hat from the 50’s. I have a few on my hat tree in the guest room. The hat tree is a real one, a fig tree. I have exactly the hat in mind!


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