Memory lane time:

As kids the boys in our family meaning my brothers and I sat with our father on Good Friday and build models. Not sure what my Mother and sisters did but probably something equally entertaining. We would quietly spend the afternoon building models and I suspect we were suppose to reflect on what the crucifixion meant to us.

I don't know what my brothers reflected on, but I was reflecting on building the model without getting glue or paint on the kitchen table.

Except for the 8 baskets and going to church on Easter morning, I do not remember much about Easter at our house. I do remember church on Easter with all the flowers. The air was crisp cool and fresh. Spring/Easter signaled that winter was finally over and we'd soon be out playing. Even more importantly summer and the end of school were not that far away.

Its hard to create traditions. This year for example, instead of candy in a basket we had a shiny new wheelbarrow full of goodies. The night before our adopted military family stopped in and gave our Grandson a big basket full of goodies. We had our 98 year old friend join us for Easter dinner who immediately told me to shave, which I did. She reminded me of my Great Grandmother.

For those of you wondering: "As they approached the tomb they could see that the great stone that had blocked the entrance had been moved to the side". There were no rabbit droppings mentioned.

Happy Easter