On the fence about church. I’ll see how I’m doing later.
Right now, I don’t feel well with cold symptoms. Yesterday was low energy and I
miss activity. Megan and I took a walk and came home wet. Easter brings back
memories of little ones and Easter baskets. I loved the egg coloring and hiding
them in the yard. The prompt that Carol gave us that led to the description of
getting Megan ready for church is one of my favorites.
At that age, Megan loved the Easter bonnet with red and
yellow silk blossom, pink ribbons down the back, the white gloves, the cute
purse with its crisp dollar bill for the collection plate, ruffled top socks:
all matched from the top of the bonnet to the soles of the new black patent
leather Mary Janes, everything was new and lacy, colorful for the feminine
child to enjoy at church so that even the walk needed to sway a bit to hear the
rustle of the taffeta slip under the daintily flowered dimity dress that also
had a pink ribbon at the waist and tied in the back so she looked altogether
like a spring garden that shone and showed herself to the welcoming eyes of
people tired of winters gray and dark days on end and not endless at all
because here was Spring and Easter that this beautiful child embodied as a
treat to eye and heart forever etched in the memory of her doting grandmother
who had provided the outfit that was worthy of a cover photo on a glossy
magazine devoted to grandmothers with disposable income who hadn’t been able to
provide that finery to the mother of the golden child due to economic stresses
and priorities that didn’t include lacey unnecessary and impractical clothing
that would most likely be worn once and then donated to a rummage sale where
some fortunate little girl could look like a pampered princess without it
costing the family a meal or not paying a bill for necessities like power and
water which go along even when Easter and Spring would enjoy some foolish uses
of money just for the fun of it and for the spirit to smile at the genuine
pleasure shown by both generations who viewed the result of lavish tastes
brought down to size 3.
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