Happy Easter to all! (Or "Hoppy Easter" to you rabbit folk)

8 of 9 eggs have hatched for the Hatch-along and a pip is the lone holdout.

Gave a couple dozen naturally colored eggs (blues, dark browns, greens, pinks) away to the neighbors, so that's about as close to Easter-egg festivities as we get here. I suppose I could've hidden them all over their front yards, though. ;)
 
Happy Easter everyone! When I was little I remember my mom making us Easter dresses. I feel sorry for her for working so hard sewing something the kids can’t wait to take off, and as far as I can remember we wore to one church service. :hmm
Us too- we really got dressed up for church. She did not make our dresses, but made sure they were in pristine condition.
 

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Us too- we really got dressed up for church. She did not make our dresses, but made sure they were in pristine condition.
Flashback time. One Easter after church I decided to fill the pockets of my outfit with garter snakes. All the other kids made their way home, and still no 'Georgie'. They ratted me out, and I caught 'what for' when I finally came home.

My biggest Easter memory - pretty, nice smelling ladies in beautiful big hats. I should go to the Kentucky Derby to feed my hat fetish. :lau
 
My sister and I were always dressed for Easter in matching outfits and paraded to family gatherings at the grandparents' house. I remember polished MaryJanes and a lot of scratchy crinoline/taffeta dresses.

(LOL. Today is quite the contrast. I'm barefoot and in a pair of denim shorts and a tee. It's close to 80 out.)
 
We had a sandbox we would catch gartners in often..
Ma made all our clothes but she had to fight me to wear a dress .. I often put shorts on under so I could ride my horses and get away :weenevre was prissy girl.
We studied the bible but did not go to a church she had been asked to leave one as she divorced my biological as he was vicious
 
Divorce was strictly taboo in our family among the aunts and uncles and their generation. For the most part Mom was happy with Dad, although I thought his drinking was extremely destructive to the family unit. (Of course, since I pointed out the fault, I was the problem.)

I was the third of four cousins in as many families to get divorced. Go figure.
 

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