 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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