Here it is the Saturday before Easter. Dee and her granddaughter Danielle are busy in the kitchen making Easter pie. It is an Italian tradition to have Easter pie for the Easter meal. It is basically sausage, eggs, flour and a crust. We bought twenty dollars of ricotta cheese yesterday and Danielle is bringing the sausage and eggs. How many pies will they make? Too early to tell. I would guess four or more.
Reflecting on my past Easters. I was born and raised a Catholic. I remember the forty days of Lent. No eating meat on Fridays. During Lent having to fast, the last two meals could not be more than breakfast. You were supposed to give up something for lent. Just like making a New Years resolution. I gave up on both and no longer even think about them. Stations of the cross every Friday during lent. You were reminded many times you were a sinner, and it was a job to get to heaven. Dressing up for Easter service and a family meal after. The churches Easter guidelines have eased up quite a lot.
The Easter Bunny was around with the Easter egg hunt. You had to hard boil the eggs and then color them. Does anyone do that anymore? All I have seen is the plastic-colored eggs. Surely some of the eggs were hidden so well they weren’t found until the middle of summer.
Easter has become commercialized so much these days and the real meaning of Easter is becoming an afterthought. I just saw that the president just banned religious-themed designs from White House Easter egg art contest. So many American traditions are on someone’s agenda to change or remove them.
ANYWAY!
Inserted after our Easter Dinner. I am so blessed.
Christmas is near. This time of year brings out parties, family gatherings, gifts and memories of Christmas’s past. Since I am in my seasoned years, I have many Christmas and holiday memories.
In my young years I remembered Santa Claus. Going to the department store to visit Santa. He scared the hell out of me. Why do I have to tell him what I wanted for Christmas. I remember one time I wouldn’t drink my milk and Mom had to call Santa Claus and tell him I was being bad. Yes, I did drink my milk. I did not want to take the chance of not having a present under the tree on Christmas day. We did not have a fireplace, or a chimney and I was at the age where I had hundreds of questions. “Mom how will Santa be able to get in?” She assured me that they would leave the front door unlocked so that he could get in to drop off the gifts. I never got a lump of coal from Santa.
Christmas music is songs that stick with you all your life. We would go to downtown Denver and the stores would have Christmas displays in their front windows. Christmas music was played out on the front sidewalk. The Denver Dry Goods had the largest display of all. They always had a large display of electric trains and I have had a love of train displays throughout my life because of these displays. It was a very happy and joyous time of the year.
One can’t forget Midnight Mass. You got to stay up until midnight, but it was tough to stay awake since your biological clock says it is time to sleep around 9:30 or 10:00 o’clock. But you didn’t have to take the time to go to church Christmas morning. We would always have Christmas dinner. We never had a large crowd because the home we lived in was small. Or we would go over to my dad’s aunts for Christmas dinner.
In my young years the Christmas tree was always a real tree. That was before all these artificial trees. We would go to a tree lot and pick one out and come home and start decorating. That was fun and exciting. In those days if a light burned out in the string of lights, they all went out and you had to find which one went out. The tinsel took a long time to put on, one strand at a time. After the holidays the tree was very dry. The needles were falling off and it was a definite fire hazard. You waited till after New Years before the tree was taken down. Then we got an artificial tree. One of those silver aluminum trees. Couldn’t put lights on it. We got a color wheel that shined on the tree. It was pretty.
One year when I was in junior high, (middle school these days), the home room had a gift exchange. We all drew names, and you got a gift for the name you drew. Whoever drew my name did not bring a gift for me. I was hurt and devastated. I was the only one that did not receive a gift. I will never know who it was, but that really hurt.
During those days there was Christmas and New Year’s Day holidays I never did understand the reason for New Years Day. I still feel the only reason for that holiday is to have another excuse to drink too much. In our small world there were Christians and no religion families. There were no Jewish, Muslim or black families in our area. Now there is Hanukkah, Ramadan, Kwanza and others I am sure I missed others. This is fine with me. Holidays are not just reserved for Christian denominations.
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