Not all memories are warm
and cuddly like this bunny.
As a child, I remember . . .
Easter egg hunts. I dreaded them. A fierce
schoolyard competition using real, colorful eggs.
(Before the age of plastic ones.)
Armed with a basket everyone took off
the instant a teacher shouted, “On your mark,
get set, Go!” I could never out maneuver
the older kids, never discovered the most
eggs, and of course never claimed the winner’s
prize of a shiny silver dollar.
Plus, I usually sulked home with a torn dress
sash and skinned knees.
Baby chicks. One year my sister and I were
surprised with two chicks, dyed pink and
green. I don’t know if it was due to the dye
or too many loving hands, but the tiny creatures
only lived a few weeks.
As an adult I remember . . .
A C-5 transport plane. The best memory of all.
Years later it still warms my heart.
While visiting our daughter, son-in-law, and
grandson in CA, we attend a sunrise service on
Travis Air Force Base. It was held in the belly
of a parked C-5, a giant plane opened at both
ends. People filled rows of folding chairs. We
found a spot to sit together. With bodies
shivering and teeth chattering, our family
huddled as close as possible when a stiff breeze
swept through the plane. But . . . When the Chaplin spoke of our Lord’s resurrection, sunlight broke through the morning sky and washed over us. His perfect timing!
I’m looking forward to hearing about some of your Easter memories.
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