As the years go by, it’s kind of funny the things you do all alone with the thoughts of those you love around you. When I lived in Xenia I would do Christmas tree decorating w/Martha and Ricky and the “little ones”. I’d spend time decorating cookies and the tree. Now I place a string of lights around my big sofa picture and say “Merry Christmas”. I still go to Shirley’s (Mom) for the actual holiday, but it is so different now.
It’s Easter now and what do I do every year…boil eggs and color/decorate them. Here I am 55 years old, I have no kids and no grandchildren, but I still decorate/color eggs (just a bakers dozen, but I still do it.) I’ve always “named” my eggs w/Mom and Myrtle and me and Michael, but this year I was inspired to name each of them for Robert/Goldie Cox and their kids including Carl and Bobby (they are still here in our minds and hearts), so there were 2 eggs remaining. One I just wrote “Happy Easter” and the other “Love and appreciation for Myrtle”.) I thought she deserved a special egg because she’s had a “bit” of extra aggravation over the past year or two.
Holidays and all the past Easter egg hunts we’ve all enjoyed as participants and observers and all of the nice clothes we’ve dressed up in for the occassions we’ve shared, Happy Easter and Happy Holidays to everyone! Which brings me to a past Easter memory…I was 12 years old and Myrtle made or remade a white dress that was fitted at the bodice and waist, had poofy sleeves, and had an embroidered trim (it was very pretty.) Based upon age, Myrtle wanted me to wear “anklet socks” with this outfit, however, my body looked like I was 18, I was mortified! I actually went to Mom and told her I needed to be wearing “nylons” with my dress. Mom actually gave in and I got to wear “nylons” with my Easter dress. It’s hard to believe, but I got my way. (I don’t think Myrtle was thrilled, but that’s the way some things just happen.) My Mom over ruled my “other Mom, Myrtle.) I love you both the same!
Love,
Sister, Aunt, Great Aunt, Vickie
POSTSCRIPT: THIS BLOG NEEDS TO CONTINUE FOR ONE YEAR, SO WE HIT MEMORIES FROM EACH SEASON OF OUR LIVES…THE TIME OF YEAR MAKES YOU REMEMBER DIFFERENT THINGS ABOUT OUR LIVES…JUST A THOUGHT!
Hi Vickie, I remember that dress. I even have a picture of you in it. I may try to find it and put it up here. I don’t remember the anklet thing, but I do know the picture is of you in nylons. Thanks for the memory.
Thanks for my egg. Yes the last couple of years have been a bit much, but my family helped soooo much. For that I am greatful.
I used to love to color eggs too. Wondering if Martha and Kim and Shirley did egg coloring this year.
And, yes, I will let this blog go on for a very long time. I don’t think the book will get done any time soon anyway. I just hope more people get time to post more. I know I have so much to write about, but just stuck thoughts on my page to remind me later.
Yes, Aunt Vicki!! The holidays like this are very hard. I remember all the Easter’s when we would go to Sunday school all dressed up and looking like beautiful young ladies. Then we would go to the cornstalk house and have a big dinner and Easter egg hunt. There was you, Martha, Bobby and Joy , Shirley and Gilbert, My mom(Joyce) and dad(Carl), Thelma and Tommy, Jeff and Anita, Kimberly, Cara Leta and Carla Jo, Grandma and Grandpa. Boy those were the days. I remember everybody had a place at the table all in the same room. After everybody was done, all the guys would play poker, us kids would be running around playing and the women would be talking. Gosh! Doesn’t that bring tears to your eyes. Just think the grandkids younger than this bunch, didn’t get to partake in a down on the farm Easter like us. It was great wasn’t it!!