3-28-10...EASTER MEMORIES
Someone sent me something yesterday that was playing “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” and boy was I transferred back in time to those wonderful Easter Sunday's. Not so much about the song but the memories is brought with it.
We always had Sunrise services at our little Church rain or shine. It was usually always cold. Then we would come home to Mamma's Fried Chicken dinner and all the trimmings. Only on Easter Sunday we also had colored eggs on the table. The night before Mamma and Daddy helped us color the eggs which was quiet a production and always a family project. We didn't hide eggs we just colored them. We were not taught that there was an Easter Bunny. Heck we were farm kids. We knew very well where the eggs came from.
My up-town cousins got those beautiful Easter Baskets and were told the Easter Bunny left them. Mamma told us not to try and tell them the difference because that was the way they celebrated Easter.
I always yearned for one of those beautiful baskets of goodies that my Parents couldn't afford. I only asked once and from then on I accepted the fact that we couldn't get one.
One Easter My Daddy had been in Oklahoma working in the coal mines all week and when he came home that Friday night he decided that his kids were gonna have an Easter Basket while they were still young enough to enjoy it. He bought me a red one and Norman a green one and hauled it all the way back to Arkansas that Friday night.
Mamma always let us sit up till Daddy got home on Friday night if we could manage to stay awake. I always did but Norman being only four usually couldn't.
We would run out that screen door and let it slam back just about the time we heard Mamma yell, “Don't slam the door” and off we'd run to meet Daddy. We would usually pounce on him and he'd pick us both up and hug us close all the way down in to the house. This night Daddy got out of the car and reached in the back seat and brought out those wonderful baskets. Daddy wasn't a big man but he handed us our baskets and picked us both up basket and all.
Oh My Goodness when we got in the house we both just sat them down on the floor and stared at them in awe. They were big and just chock full of goodies. Right in the middle was a huge stuffed animal. Mine was a purple bear, and Norman's was a blue bear. The beautiful colored cellophane paper wrapped around them was bright and colorful. That was the most magnificent thing I had yet to see in my short life and when we took our bears out and mashed their bellies they sang, “Here comes Peter Cottontail hopping Down the Bunny Trail. Hippity hop and Easters on it's way”. Oh my the tears are running down to my chin and I have big goose bumps right now just remembering that. Now everytime I hear that cute little song I get all gushy and the Memories come flooding back. Memories like that are wonderful aren't they?
Click here in case you would like to hear Peter Cottontail again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5W7SUhojrA
