EASTER SUNDAY

This has been a beautiful Easter Day. A perfect ending to a great three day weekend for me and just about everyone I know. We have gone to most of the Holy week services and it makes you fill a little more in touch with your faith. We have tried to make it to the Wednesday night services through Lent. We did miss the week we were in Colorado. Tracy and I went Friday night. The veneration of the cross is always an emotional service. Last night we went to the Easter Vigil. There were nine people received into the church. The most moving part of the service was when the lecter read Genisis:1 with all the lights in the church out except the Holy Candle. You could have heard a pin drop. Even the young children were silent. The service last from 8:00- 10:00 and there was a reception afterward, so it was after 11:00 before we got home.

My morning began at 6:00 am when I got up and shoved the ham into the oven and began preparing the rest of the meal. I made a potato salad, deviled eggs, baked beans, garlic roasted green beans, beer rolls ( didn't turn out very well but most of them were eaten) and angel food caked stacked with strawberries and whipped cream. I don't think anyone left the table hungry.

We hid eggs for Emily and John Pearson then they hid them and we hunted. It is really hard to have a egg hunt with just two kids. They seemed to have fun and Johnny got into the act when he and John Pearson had a compitition hunt. John Pearson won.

Johnny was born 42 years ago on the Wednesday before Easter. The next morning when they brought him from the nursery he had on a little pair of bunny ears. I still have those things tucked away in a box somewhere.

When I was little we always went to my grandmother and grandaddy's house for Easter. One particular time when the eggs were hidden, they were all hidden real easy except about six. We looked and looked until all the kids were mad and crying because we couldn't find them. Finally our the parents did the hot and cold game. As we would get close to grandaddy they would say "hot" "hotter" "burning up". We felt his pockets, pant legs and shirt but no eggs. Finally one of us lifted the hat off his head and the six eggs came rolling out. After that for as many years as we hunted eggs at their house. Grandaddy's hat was the first place we would look.