|My brother, sister and I on Easter morning 1965|
This morning I was thinking while walking of old Easter memories. Every year we would all gather at my grandparents' house on Bland Road. Hiding Easter eggs was so much fun with all our cousins present. My grandmother said she would find hidden rotten eggs all over the place for weeks, months, etc. :-)
Some other Easter memories:
The sunrise service at Sinking Spring Methodist Church.
Blisters on my feet from my new Poll Parrott patent leather shoes.
The smell of vinegar while dying our eggs.
The smell of the poor ole live colored Easter chickens. Usually
they had died by the time we got back home from our grandparents'
house on Easter night.
Jelly beans and Peeps
7 Up Salad
Deviled eggs and kidding my cousin Jill who was known for loving
I hid (rolled) the prize egg one year near a sleeping Pluto, our grandparents' dog. Most of us feared this
old dog and it took a while for the prize egg to be claimed. Probably one of my older male cousins was brave enough to get the egg.
My Aunt Jane's pecan pie.
The blooming of all our dogwood trees.
|My brother "Jimbo", 1965|
|My sister Patti, 1965|
|A saluting Cindy ... actually I was shielding the bright|
sun from my eyes.
|Lucinda around the age of two or three. (Sorry Lucinda, I |
could not find any better quality photos of you) I may have
already given them to you. Around 1976.
|Last week at the the Sinking Springs Methodist|
Church cemetery. This is the exact site of the sun
rise service I attended so many years ago.
Also, this is the final earthly resting place of many of
my relatives ... including Clint and me.
Bland Road is on the left, named after my Great-grandfather Bland
who owned the land at one time.
|One of my favorite vintage prints, I have several different sizes.|