I just finished reading a post that is perfect for today. It is called The Significance of Memories Lost. It can be found at http://afamilytapestry.com. I hope you will read it and especially the last paragraph. I am inspired.
My mind is flooded with memories of my cousin and me when we were about 5 and 8 donning our Easter dresses and Easter hats standing in the front yard of our farm home.
Then, there is the Easter when I was in high school that it snowed. I had spent the night with my friend, Margo. You might remember that she is my third cousin once removed. However, we didn't really know that back then. We were just good friends. I often stayed with her the night before Easter so we could do our part of keeping vigil in the Methodist Church sanctuary through the night. The Methodist Youth Fellowship kids signed up for one hour stints. We, of course, picked something like 2:00 a.m. or 3:00 a.m. This way we were able to be out in the night. She lived in town, and I lived in the country so we stayed at her house. Just so you know, there was nothing happening in Scranton, Iowa at 2:00 a.m. or 3:00 a.m. the night before Easter or any other night for that matter (at least in the sixties). One Easter we did our thing, returned home to sleep a few more hours before sunrise services, and when we woke up there it was...snow on the ground. Who wants to wear new spring clothes in the snow. So, Margo put on her favorite wool skirt and sweater and loaned me her sister's matching set. I idolized her older sister and here I was wearing her clothes. It was a memorable Easter for me, but maybe not for any of the right reasons.
These stories are certainly not profound, but might give my grandchildren a glimpse into my younger days. When my kids run across that picture of two little girls in hats, they will understand the significance, and if for no other reason, this post has given me a chance to walk down memory lane and recall a couple of almost forgotten memories.