Hello, my frost-bit bunnies! How are you? We’ve been joking about spring’s failure to install or launch or execute or whatever, but it’s not so funny anymore. This continued snow and sleet and hail is obnoxious. People deserve a respite, a reward, after enduring a long, hard winter. So far, we seem to be getting much more punishment than reward. Of course, I am so tempted to intervene in things meteorological, but it’s not nice to fool Mother Nature. The crisis in Japan has shown us what can happen when she gets riled up. I just hope that we warm up a little soon and get out of the 30 degree range for awhile.For those of you who observe it, I wish you a wonderful Easter Sunday. My parents allowed all sorts of religious, spiritual, and other influences into our lives as we grew up. We observed many different traditions from many different faiths and cultures. One of my favorite Easter activities was the egg hunt. In the Zoltar household, we did not run about looking for the eggs. No, we sat and concentrated until we located them using our psychic powers. It was just as much fun without all that legwork.
We also had Easter parades, where everyone who had a cart, and a mule or horse to pull it, would decorate them in bright colors and ribbons. Fortunetellers’ carts mingled with merchants’ wagons and tradesmen’s trailers, all proudly circling in festive adornment. Those are some beautiful memories. What are your Easter memories? Here’s a video to get you reminiscing:
Oh my, those chocolate bunnies go right to my hips! Don’t forget to share your Easter recollections below. Thank you for taking the time to share. I love spending time with my Irregulars and other readers.
Want to know where that egg you never found last year is? Contact: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com
[Confidential to JM: Congratulations. 18 years, one day at a time.]
It has to warm up sooner or later, it just has to. Aren’t we supposed to be hurtling towards the sun or something? Maybe if we all lean to the south, we can tilt our planet closer to it. Come on, Sol, kick start your furnace and give us a blast. Stay warm, my dears. Blowsabella!
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Good Morning! The name of that song is 'Hot Toddy'...right?
We had the Easter bonnets, patent leather shoes and fancy dresses. Easter Sunday was always church, then a big family meal of ham, potatoes, rolls, etc. We had the baskets of candy that were always hidden behind the couch, or drapes.
No one seems to dress up for any occasions anymore. While I don't miss putting on nylons, I kind of miss the festive pomp that goes with making a concerted effort.
(Congrats on 18 years... that is fantastic and I'm so happy for you!)
To keep this short and sweet, I was going to say the exact same thing as KK. Even the festive pomp, I wholeheartedly agree with.
As a boy of the male persuasion, I was not keen on the dressing up bit. I remember that one year my sister was disappointed that it was so cold that she had to wear a coat over her Easter dress. One year we had a cake shaped and decorated like a lamb. I thought it was gruesome to eat. Poor little lamby, all carved up.
I remember getting all dressed up I didn't have the bonnet I had ribbons in my hair. We would go to church and then all of the family came to our house and had the big meal. My one grandma made a cake shaped like a lamb with white frosting and shaved coconut on it. The cake was a pound cake. I really miss having that cake for Easter.
I never had a 'lamb' cake but quite a lot of them were sold/ordered today and customers mentioned they always had one at Easter.
Sassa, you're right about the song. I didn't know it, but googled it and found this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lYyfL_kh5M
Easter was a biggie. Fancy dinner, easter baskets in the morning, new clothes.
My mother (rest her sole) was any excellent cook, she also had a lamb cake form, had a christmas house form also.
But I love Peeps...
My neighbor is hooked on Peeps.
That is great... I love people too.
My neighbor eats Peeps.
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