Mom has all the holiday photos from when we were little so I'm afraid I can't offer any proof that we really did wear white gloves with Easter tights. But I think this photo fits the story well. I'm sure you can imagine the craziness on Easter Eve with all these little girls. Missie is in the shorts, Fawn is in the blue jumper, Spring is in the stripes, Taffy is in red and I'm in mom's arms... because I'm the favorite.
As I was putting on my yard clothes to go outside and mow the lawn (for Easter mind you) I caught myself having the same conversation in my head that we use to have with our parents every Easter Saturday.
Us – “Why do we have to do the yard??? It’s our holiday too, ya know! We aren’t supposed to work!”
Mom or Dad (or both) – “Because the yard has to look nice for Easter.”
Us – “Buuut!!!”
Them – “Go!!”
Us – “It’s not fair!!! GAW!!!”
Them – “How ’bout we don’t celebrate Easter this year?”
This got me thinking about the entire day and all the little things we would do to prepare for Easter Sunday. Basically, Easter Saturday went a little something like this:
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