I am not a creature of habit, I never have been. However, as the Easter holiday approaches I am reminded of the traditions I grew up with – traditions that I have never forgotten. And they still bring a smile to my face more than 50 years later.Â
Growing up, my family didn’t celebrate Easter in the typical way. I don’t remember any baskets filled with candy, nor were there any Easter egg hunts. Instead, my mom would fill a huge wicker basket with all the food she was going to prepare for our holiday dinner. Our basket was overflowing with a huge ham leg, a loaf of bread with a cross baked into the crust, a cake in the shape of a lamb, a jar of horseradish, and I’m sure a few other items I’ve forgotten.
My brother and I would lug this heavy basket to the church parking lot and wait for the priest to come out and bless it, then haul it all the way back home.Â
At seven years old, I never really understood the meaning behind all this, but now I realize that it created a bond between my brother and me that lives on today, and it has left me with so many special memories that will last a lifetime.
Hmmm, now I’m wondering if my brother has the same memory of those Easter holidays.  I wonder if he gets the same warm feeling when Easter comes around. Maybe he doesn’t even remember them at all. I’ll have to ask him the next time I see him. OR maybe not. Maybe this is something I’ll keep to myself with my own images and my own emotions. I don’t want to ruin this happy memory. This one is just for me.
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