Peter and I dropped Buddy at the kennel early Saturday morning. We then decamped for Longmeadow, Massachusetts where we were going to celebrate Easter with my good friends Melinda and Sally and their families.
We arrived mid afternoon, and shortly thereafter the boiling and dyeing of the eggs began.
Despite following Julia Child’s directions to a T, upon accidently cracking one we discovered not hard, but runny yolks. Problematic for eating, but not for tossing at various targets, a short lived but hugely enjoyed discovery by the children.
That evening Melinda prepared a Korean style feast which was oh so yummy. Bedtime was early for all but the Bunny, and on Sunday morning the ‘children’ (ranging in age from seven to twenty one) waited anxiously for the get set, go which announced the start of the days first egg hunt. Amidst stiff competition, Melinda’s son Christopher won round one. After noting his victory (the first time he’d ever bested his sister Lizzie), baskets were opened, and then it was time for a quick breakfast before changing into our Easter finery.
We were heading to church, which for our family was a stark departure from tradition. I am, however, open minded (ha, got you there!) and felt it would be an educational experience for Peter to see how lots of other people spend their Sundays. So there we were, in a house of worship (Catholic, in this case) on Easter morning. And it was, well, interesting. There were several places in the sermon where I would have liked to have raised my hand (as well as some objections). As I was a guest in another’s house, I kept my arms down and my thoughts to myself. I was, however, happy to return to my secular surroundings the moment the service ended.
We then had a delicious Easter Brunch, and I ordered my first bloody mary ever (and it wasn’t even noon yet).
Yet another spirited egg hunt followed, and this time Peter was victorious. A few games of whiffle ball and croquet later, and it was time to say cheerio to all and thank you so very much for a lovely time.
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Linnea! Can that really have been your first bloody Mary? I have been a delinquent friend. Next time you visit, they’ll be lined up.
Thanks for all the posts. They inspire.
xo
Cristina, you neglected me. There is still time to make it up to me though; line em up. Love, Linnea
Easter celebration: blend of Christian and pagan sun returns mythology.
The Christian side shows Jesus on crosses and the church ritual of symbolically eating his flesh and drinking his blood.
The non cannibalistic pagan side decorates and eats Easter eggs, plus little chocolate bunnies and chickens. Modern Christians do it too, Inquisition beliefs not enforced now.
Spartacus died on a cross giving people freedom, we celebrate with a new TV series.
For a real educational experience for Peter nothing like a Catholic school.
From the net this gem:
“There they found the Pope pointing to a single word on a parchment, Repeating over and over……..
……. “There’s an ‘R’!!!,
….. there Is an ‘R’!!!
…. the word is celibRate!”
A bloody mary seems to be the proper drink to celebrate.
Born in a catholic family my father was Jesus and my mother was Maria.
Happy Solstice from Guillermo, son of Jesus.
Guillermo, I found the Easter libation of choice ironically apropos as well. Let’s all celibRate. Linnea