Easter

As I struggle to write a blog about freedom of speech memories of Easter keep hopping in my mind. I guess it's time to follow the bunny trail.
I clearly see a black and white photograph of my older sister and I sitting beside each other. We almost look like twins dressed in our new spring dresses, bonnets and white patent leather shoes, the traditional stylish fashion of the sixties. One year my parent movie camera wasn’t working properly and the finished movie showed us walking across the lawn at high speed.
Easter always consisted of large dinners with ham, jello salad and cream pies. Egg hunts with real eggs no plastic ones back then. One egg would always be lost in the grass until dad found it a week later when he ran it over with the lawn mower.
Our Easters are not as formal as they used to be usually brunch and an egg hunt. This year we’ve welcomed our newest grandson home from the hospital and next year we’ll start our traditions with him.
Happy Easter!