When I was a young girl, holidays were always big events at our house.
Mom was both a planner and a decorator and while Christmas was her
big decorating holiday, Easter was too. She would spend days on her
Easter centerpiece for the dining room table. I remember her encouraging
branches to bloom in vases around the house. Tulips and daffodils were
everywhere. She planned her menu weeks in advance. Although Easter
Sunday dinner was always roast leg of lamb and asparagus and new potatoes,
she hunted through all her favorite magazines for the latest appetizer craze
and fabulous dessert. We were always sure to have the perfect dinner
Daddy was in charge of hiding the colored Easter eggs. He was so good
at hiding eggs that we practically had to turn the house upside down to
discover them all. He never repeated himself though. After an egg was
carefully slipped into the hem of a drape one year, he never used that
idea again, yet we continued to laugh about it for years.
Since the weather along the shores of Lake Michigan in the suburbs
of Chicago was so unpredictable in spring, Mom always made sure
that we had our spring coats. Shopping for a new coat for me each
spring was a yearly event. Of course, that was back in the day when
there was still a Marshall Fields and a Best & Co. and shopping for
just the right coat was a special event. One year when I was still
quite young, about four or five, my Mom made me a navy blue coat
with white trim and buttons and the same coat to match for my doll.
On Easter morning, we were all dressed and ready to go to church a
bit early so that Daddy could take pictures. Daddy was an amateur
photographer and he had a pricey camera with all sorts of settings.
In many of the family photos, no one was smiling because it took him
so long to get all the settings just perfect. The Easter Sunday I wore
the navy blue coat, I looked quite serious in my close up shot. I think
I was exhausted from posing so long ;-)
Good Friday was a solemn day at our house. For my Mom it was a day
of reflection on the sacrifice Christ made for us. No meat, no television,
no parties. Mom's rules. I don't see many adhering to that policy now,
but that's how it was when I was growing up.
What were the traditions of your family and have they changed today?
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley