“Easter is meant to be a symbol of hope, renewal and new life.” 

Happy Easter!

Today is a beautiful day. It is even a warm day and will hit the 60’s so no jackets over Easter clothes. It is a perfect day for egg hunts.

When I was a kid, we went Easter clothes shopping with my mother. We got to choose what we wanted to wear. My sisters were always into pouffy dresses in pastels. I have a hat for my collection my sister Moe wore one Easter. The hat is white with a blue band and a bow in the back with two strands of blue ribbon flowing from that bow. My sisters wore white gloves. When I was young, I wore a dress and patent leather shoes. I have a picture of me from one Easter. I was wearing a blue coat with white buttons and those patent leathers. I was around three or four. My brother used to wear nice pants and a jacket with a design on the front. He wore a tie. 

I remember Easter morning and running to find my basket. Sometimes it was on my bureau. Other times it was downstairs on the kitchen table. I remember seeing a tall chocolate rabbit towering over the rest of the goodies and jelly beans on the fake grass. We’d get a coloring book and crayons and one of those wooden paddles with an elastic in the middle and a red rubber ball at the end of the elastic. Sometimes there was a stuffed animal. I remember half eaten chocolate would stick to the grass. It didn’t bother us. We’d get dressed in our new clothes for church. After dinner, we’d go visit my grandparents in East Boston. My grandmother had Easter goodies for all of us, for all the cousins and we were many.

I have a Nala story. Every morning the dogs run out to the yard. When they come inside, they get a dog biscuit and a small treat. The dog biscuits are peanut butter, and they look bit like gingerbread men. They are Buddy Biscuits. Yesterday I pulled out two biscuits. One was complete while the other was missing his left leg. Henry got the com-late one, and I offered Nala the missing leg biscuit. She refused it. I reached into the big and got a complete one. Nala took it and ate it.

Today will be a quiet day for me. 

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