#SOL16, No. 26.
I have been following Mark E. Weston’s Heartland Series, stories from his boyhood. His writings are making me pause and remember. So for my slice today, I’ve written a poem remembering Easters of my girlhood. My title, Easter Past, borrows from Charles Dickens.
Our breakfast
colorful hard-boiled eggs
slices of home-made paska*
thickly spread with sweet butter
soft hymns drift from our radio
The baskets
lined with shredded paper grass
laden with bright jellybeans
soft marshmallow Peeps
and each with one dark chocolate egg
My frilly dress
with bonnet to match
shiny white patent shoes
black corkscrew curls
hanging nearly to my waist
Church bells
ringing from the steeples
townspeople gathering
dressed in their finest, singing
Christ the Lord is ris’n today, Alleluia!
A story
of three crosses on a hill
a stone rolls away
a tomb is empty
Jesus is alive
Our dinner
baked ham with potato salad
deviled eggs and veggies
cake with ice cream
seven at the table
*a classic Ukrainian Easter bread
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Our family Easters sounded a lot like yours!
How neat! Thanks for sharing that. Happy Easter to you!
My Easters were very similar to yours. So glad I can continue to carry on most of the family traditions. Happy Easter!
Ah, that is great. I love telling grandkids that I did the same stuff when I was a little girl. Happy Easter to you, too!
Your poem transported me back to our family traditions: rice pie, Easter bread, hidden eggs and Easter baskets. “Thanks for the memories.”
You are welcome. Rice pie. Italian? Isn’t it fun how our family heritage is sustained by the foods and activities of our holiday/family traditions. In my Easter memory it is paska.
Always a special time of year and I love how you captured it.
Yes, it certainly is, Cindy. Thanks for commenting.
Wow, I really enjoyed your “Easter past” poem. You painted a picture with your words so well. Thank you!
Thank you, Melanie. So pleased to hear you enjoyed it.
Your poem allowed me to take a walk down memory lane too. It’s funny how a piece of writing can do that. I distinctly remember my Easter dress and my black paten leather shoes that my mother insisted I wear!
Ah, thanks for sharing your memories. It sounds like you weren’t too fond of the shoes. As I recall, they were pretty stiff shoes. I always seemed to get them scuffed.
Loved your poem. My Easters growing up were so similar. How lucky we were!
Thank you. So glad to know we share similar memories.