This "Celebration of Easter" page has become part of my "Memories" journal.
When I was little, it was a ritual sometime before Easter that Mama
would drive us the hour from our little town of Fremont, Michigan to
downtown Grand Rapids to the Woolworth's Department Store. There, Mama
would shop for herself, sister Diane and me - for a new Easter outfit of
a Spring dress coat, a frilly yet sensible dress, patent leather shoes
(heels for Mama and flats for us), a coordinating hat and white gloves
... and maybe even a new little purse too! It was always a special
treat just to go downtown GR and see all the people rushing around, the
traffic, the HUGE buildings and all those wonderful storefront windows
with wonders to behold in them - nothing like them in our little town,
although some stores tried well enough!
Celebration of Easter
A further treat would
be to enjoy lunch at the Woolworth's Diner and if we were really lucky
we'd be able to sit at the counter instead of the tables AND have a
tasty soda from their fountain too! The trip home was such fun,
laughing and giggling at times and quiet too as we all were anticipating
the joy of wearing those new things come Easter Sunday morning. Me,
especially, as my old shoes were badly scuffed up and my gloves were
pretty dungy by that time (I was SUCH a tomboy then) and no amount of
mama's bleach or bluing for extra whiteness stuff would help those poor
Even MORE fun was the fashion parade Daddy would expect
before we left for church that morning. He'd study each one of us in
turn and we'd wait, holding our breath, til he gave his approval. It
was HEAVEN - Daddy thought we were beautifully attired and ready to go
to church and honour our Lord for His most precious gift to us - His
son, Jesus. I didn't fully understand all of that then -- I just wanted
daddy to feel mama hadn't squandered his hard-earned money on things
that looked horrid on me!
After church, we were bundled off
(with playclothes in tow) to my Aunt Hazel and Uncle Guy's home. There,
it would be a big family gathering with all the aunts and uncles and
cousins and where we kids would get to find eggs and play and everyone
would get to see us all in our pretty new outfits before the mamas made
us change because they lived on a farm and all the mamas knew we'd get
dirty without even trying.
It was a magical and special time ... and one of my most cherished memories.
The little hats and hatboxes image was found in my collection of
vintage ephemera. I used scrapbook papers, specialty scissors, a napkin
border, floral diecuts, a feather, a vintage heart and pearl button,
gold shoe buttons, a hatpin, and little cloth roses. The tag says
"Unforgettable" and "Treasured Memories".
The stamped text says
"Everything in its own Time" as it seemed rather fitting -- those days
are long past and women seldom wear hats and gloves anymore. I'm
nostalgic for them. :-)
You are a Child of God through your understanding of the sacrifice and resurrection of Jesus for your sins "Believe in me, and thou shalt be saved." God bless your Easter!