Easter means different things to each of us. Whether it pertains to your religious beliefs or family traditions, we all have a way of celebrating it. Personally, it always brings back memories from my childhood. It was your pretty average Easter weekend. We would dye eggs on Good Friday, church on Sunday morning followed by an egg hunt and brunch at one of my grandfather’s favorite places. In my very early years, my grandmother would sew my dress by hand, which always contained a good amount of white ruffles.
As I got older and went off to college, Easter was always a homecoming weekend for me. We still dyed eggs as my grandmother loved to have them on display. We still went to brunch at the same place, but it wasn’t until I had children of my own that the fun of the “Easter Bunny” came back to life (until last week).
You never really know what brand of Texas weather you’re going to get on Easter, as the date never really stays the same. I remember about 10 years ago, we were visiting my parents for the long weekend, and then Sunday we left to come home it snowed about 3 inches. My Dad had to dig out his winter coat and gloves and clean the ice off my car so we could leave. We’ve also had our fair share of sweltering Easter holidays, with the kids cooling off in a swimming pool. If you’re a mother like me, then you’ve probably had their Easter Sunday outfits purchased at least a month in advance, hoping the weather cooperates so you can get the perfect picture.
There always seems to be a whirlwind of memories we remember about this time of year, especially now that so many of my loved ones have passed. I was lucky enough to inherit some wonderful family pictures that tell so many wonderful stories. I try my best to tell our stories to my kids, so that they will tell their kids one day and continue the traditions.
My uncle passed on Good Friday in 2000, so there was always a little sadness in our home on that day. We also had to have EMS out one year on Easter Sunday when I was about 9 or 10. I was riding a go-kart with my cousin, and we always sped down my Grandparents winding driveway like we were Nascar drivers. I took a turn a little too sharp and sent my cousin tumbling onto the cement.
I married into a large Polish family, who still get together despite having close to 40 third generation kids (and counting). It’s usually a weekend full of lots of love and laughter (and crawfish, depending on the season). The kids have an absolute blast with each other and cascarones.
I want to wish all of you a blessed Easter holiday with your friends and family. I hope that you enjoy a beautiful day with good food and good company.