|One of my self sitter rabbits with my two grandmothers butter molds.|
Memories of when I was a child on Easter include lots of family, a huge dinner and a warm sunny day to hide dyed eggs. My Grandma McKinney used to raise ducks for feathers, but on Easter the duck egg became the lucky egg. I never found the lucky egg. Seems like my cousin always found it, and she never shared her prize of a chocolate bunny! We never received baskets of candy or other goodies. We were just content to have a big family gathering with a special Easter cake. I still remember the chatter of family and all the laughter.
Very quiet for Pog and me this Easter Sunday. No kids this year to visit, and we both have colds. We woke up to rain, fog and cloud this morn. We will still enjoy our day together with food we fixed yesterday and maybe a movie this afternoon. Holidays are much different now with my parents gone and family so far away.
Wishing each and every one of you a blessed Easter and Passover.
PS: I did figure out what happened to my blog yesterday, but I was really frustrated for a while.