Did you give up something for Lent? That used to be a big deal, didn’t it? I don’t think people do it so much, now. Seems the older I get, the harder it is to come up with something to abstain from during Lent. It’s not that I’m so pure. It’s that I’m so boring.
When we were little, my sister Irene and me would give up candy, of course. But in our family there was a loop hole. Sundays during Lent didn’t count. So we’d save up our stash all week, then pig out on the Lord’s day.
I remember this one Lenten Sunday in particular. (This is back in the days where you couldn’t eat before mass if you wanted to receive communion.) Well, during mass, right after communion, I popped a Mary Jane candy into my mouth. Before the priest said, “Go forth in peace to love and serve the Lord,” that candy had popped a filling out of a back tooth. I just knew that God was punishing me, and that I deserved it.
As a kid, Easter was all about Easter bunnies and basket’s brimming with candy. Meaning, it was like every other Sunday during Lent, only more so. Oh, and there was baked ham with pineapple and cloves and scalloped potatoes involved, too.
Plus, Irene and me each got a new outfit. I’m talking soup to nuts: new dress, white patent leather shoes, socks and underwear. And a new Easter coat, white straw hat with matching pocketbook and white gloves. Let me tell you, I was beyond disappointed if it snowed Easter morning. See, I just loved getting all gussied up. Still do! And snow boots did not go with my outfit. Period!
I was going to wax all nostalgic about Easter bonnets, how it’s too bad folks don’t wear ‘em any more. Then I found this photo. That’s Irene and me with our mom and grandmother on either side. I’m the kid on the right. I remember, my coat was pink, Irene’s blue. That less than flattering chapeau on our mother’s teased hair was light pink, I believe. And Grammy looks like the Queen Mom. Don’t I look proud of my outfit, with my little leg cocked, like a model?
This picture makes me smile, but it also makes me miss my mother and grandmother, and the little kids Irene and me once were. It makes me miss how simple life was; makes me want to protect all of us from the bumps I know lie in the road ahead. It’s a sweet moment, frozen in time, bad hats and all.
I hope you made it through Lent, and that your Easter, or Passover, or whatever was filled with family, food and fun. Because that, along with all the questionable fashions, is the stuff memories are made of.
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
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