This Easter, Christians across the world will celebrate the Risen Christ and the hope of Redemption and the Life Hereafter.
This card was distributed at my grandmother’s funeral. She was a staunch Irish Catholic who died at age 71, a year before I was born. A prayer is on the back of the card.
As a child, when I would wake up on Easter morning, I knew that my mother would have prepared a large Easter basket with all kinds of chocolate candy and jelly beans. She wrapped the whole basket in colored cellophane.
One year, when I was about seven years old, my brother Jack, who was working at a local supermarket and had some spending money of his own, bought me a black duck that you see me holding in the photo, below.
The flounce skirt, knee highs, and patent leather shoes were the height of fashion in 1958. I can’t tell what I am wearing on my head, but it seems to be an improvement over the usual “new Easter bonnet.”
If I remember correctly, the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail, Hopping Down the Bunny Trail,” was a hit tune, at the time.
Flowers were an important part of celebrating Easter. The church was always full of white lilies. Here is a photo of Lilies taken by Charlotte Croft.
I came across a little poem that had been saved in the family album, by my mother. It is short, but poignant, and says a lot about being in contact with those we love, while they are still here.
“Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, grant us peace.”
This holiday, I shall remember times past, and think of all of my good friends, whom I treasure.
Happy Easter!
Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications
