The ritual of it
Stations of the Cross
at Blessed Sacrament Church,
watching King of Kings
and The Robe,
shopping at Macy’s or Alexander’s
for Easter outfits
Mom’s Easter baskets
ribbons on the handles
curled with scissors
she learned to do it as a
gift wrapper at Macy’s
My prize possession
was that sailor suit
my brother and I
clowning for the camera
replete with being
we
lived in our own world
sometimes that was good
In pink coat,
white stockings
and gloves,
Mom
ballerina-like,
graceful and
lovely
sometimes hard, too
The munchkin years
I can’t recall
this photo or this outfit
my dress too long
but we had our baskets
we were going places
Rick and me
Suburban Hobo 
Yeah, hunting eggs!
Sometimes it’s seem long ago…
chris
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It certainly does, Chris.
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Ritual reflection
sweet recollections
intoned resurrection
baskets of hope
ascension/redemption ….
garments new from head to toe
chocolate bunnies the way to go…..
rainbow peeps steal the show !
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Bravo!
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When will they change the name to “Holiday” baskets? I read in the UK today they drop the name “Easter” from chocolate eggs and the like. Love the photos. Yes those were good innocent times for us–me as well. Now I just use old Easter baskets to keep my cat toys in.
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I hope they are never called holiday baskets. Thank you. They bring back happy memories, and yes, it was a more innocent time.
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Sweet and poignant, with just a touch of dark. Maybe even more than a touch.
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The pics are worth more than a thousand words!
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Thank you, Sally.
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This is lovely – both the words and the pictures.
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Thank you, Mary.
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