“Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life.”

I always think Easter Sunday should be sunny and even warm, all the better to show off all those new clothes. It’s cloudy right now, but I think the sun is struggling to break through the grayness. Gracie and I had an adventure earlier this morning. We sneaked down to my friends’ house and decorated the tree near their deck. We do it every year. This year was a streamer of eggs from branch to branch, some wooden rabbits doing gardening hanging off the small branches and decorative eggs on sticks stuck into their pansies right by the door. They haven’t seen them as their backdoor is still closed so they’re not awake yet. This is the only time of year I can see all the way down to the end of the street.

When I was little, Easter morning never had the same degree of excitement as Christmas morning, but we’d still run to find our baskets. We’d munch on jelly beans as we checked out everything one at a time. The chocolate rabbit was always the most prominent standing tall as it did in the basket. There were coloring books and crayons or small toys and always a stuffed animal, usually a rabbit or even a duck, wearing a hat and sometimes a colored vest. We’d play and munch until my mother dragged us away to get ready for mass.

Easter was always a big day in church. The haphazard members of the congregation only went on Christmas and Easter so the pews were filled. I remember the church looked festive on Easter Sunday as lent was finally over. Tall white lilies in pots were on the steps to the altar and by the rail in the front. The statues were uncovered, and the priest wore white. The rest of us wore mostly pastels and hats were a necessary accessory. Men had fedoras and women had hats with veils. Boys had none, but we girls wore hats with flowers or ribbons. The church was awash with colors in every pew.

Some Easter Sundays we’d go to visit my grandparents. The house was filled with my aunts, uncles and cousins. My grandmother always had chocolate for us, usually a small rabbit, as an Easter gift.Β  We’d run up and down the two sets of stairs chasing each other while the adults stayed in the kitchen on the bottom floor. My grandfather always hid in his room away from the tumult.

My father usually hustled us out the door in the early evening and we’d fall asleep on the way home, exhausted by the festivities of the day and all those stairs.

Explore posts in the same categories: Uncategorized

Tags: , , , , ,

Both comments and pings are currently closed.

19 Comments on ““Easter spells out beauty, the rare beauty of new life.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Happy Easter, Kat!

    I was up until 3 AM reading The Order of the Phoenix. I’m not finished with it yet but I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I’ll finish it while eating my Cadbury Mini Eggs. πŸ™‚

    • katry Says:

      Happy Easter, Caryn,
      It is so difficult to put down a good book. I know! I remember when I was sleeping in my mother’s cellar bedroom and was reading. I happened to look up to the window and realized it was morning. I’d read all night!

      A good book and Cadbury eggs-that’s paradise on Earth!

  2. olof1 Says:

    Easter eve is our big day here so all the candy is usually gone by today πŸ™‚ But this day was the day we all went to my grandparents for dinner.
    If we were lucky grandmother had bought lots of candy and put it in a big bowl, if we were unlucky and grandphather had decided they had candy enough we sort of had to break parts of that old candy out from a big lump, It had all melted to one big lump since Christmas πŸ™‚

    I can’t remember what kind of food we got though, most likely some kind of chicken I think. Didn’t matter since my grandmother was a fantastic cook. The only thing she never really was able to do well was gravy, the only thing my mother ever was good at πŸ™‚ So it usually was my mother doing that part πŸ™‚

    Happy Easter!

    • katry Says:

      Happy Easter!

      Why did you get your candy on Easter eve? Is there some significance?

      My grandmother made sure we each had our own rabbit. It certainly prevented any race to the candy bowl.

      I think we had ham. We had turkey at Thanksgiving and Christmas when I was little so my mother changed the menu for easter.

      • olof1 Says:

        I have no idea why kids in Sweden get their candy on Easter eve, just as I have no idea why we get our Christmas present at Christmas eve πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Perhaps it was seen as a sin to enjoy any of the Christian holidays? Old protestantism was quite hard on things like that.

  3. morpfy Says:

    hoppy Easter evreybody !:-) πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

  4. Bob Says:

    I guess like most religions the churches are only filled to capacity on one or two major holidays. This conundrum has driven synagogue architects crazy trying to design a sanctuary that is intimate for normal Sabbath attendees yet expandable for the multitude congregants that only show up for the high holidays of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kipper.

    The true economic winners on Easter are the dentists, department stores and the candy makers. Passover enriches the matzo industry. Evangelicals accept things like, a red sea that parts or a savior rising from the dead on faith while others will show up in church once or twice a year as an insurance policy just in case the true believers are right.

    All religion depends on taking their tenets on faith. A new book about the shrine of Turin hypotheses that the shroud is real and the image is that of Jesus. However, the author contends that Jesus didn’t physically come back from the dead but that the image on the shroud was what started the major tenet of Christianity. As that great mid twentieth century TV philosopher, Archie Bunker once said, “It ain’t supposed to make sense; it’s faith. Faith is something that you believe that nobody in his right mind would believe.”

    The temperatures today will be above normal for early April which hopefully don’t forecast the temperatures in July and August.

    • katry Says:

      I totally understand trying to have enough room for the casual drop-ins on the high holy days. Churches tend to have pews on each side which usually accommodate the holiday crowd.

      I figure clothing manufacturers get a boost this time of year, but most don’t look toward it as an economic upswing. Candy can be really cheap, especially for little kids who don’t know the difference. I did my shopping at the candy store which is never cheap, but it tastes great!

      Great Archie quote!

      It is 47Β° but the weather says it feels like 42Β° with the dampness in the air.

  5. Hedley Says:

    On this day, may your God be with you

  6. Birgit Says:

    Happy Easter !
    Since I can’t send a tasty easter egg via internet,
    here are some churchbells from my (now sunny) hometown:
    (Easter-greetings from an atheist, who loves old churches,
    bells and good church music…)

    • katry Says:

      Thank you, Birgit
      The bells are beautiful!

      Now I know where all the sun went today! We were at a table by the window overlooking the beach-not a bit of sunlight anywhere.

      I also love old churches and church bells.

  7. Zoey & Me Says:

    Mass was always early at our house. Mom wouldn’t let us go without knowing we could get through communion without passing out from hunger. From the church we stopped at a diner for breakfast and ate the loaf of french bread before the eggs got to the table. We were starving. Fasting for communion was easier on a regular Sunday because there was less of a crowd.

    • katry Says:

      On regular Sunday mornings, there was no basket filled with chocolate goodies waiting for us so the mass seemed to take forever on Easter!

      I don’t think we ever went out for breakfast on Easter.

  8. Hedley Says:

    And what do the Red Sox and the Yankees have in common ? No wins.

    Go Get Em Tigers…Rays coming to town

  9. Bubba Says:


Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: