i find it crazy how something that has stirred in me for as many years could seem so wimbly when put to paper. screen. maybe over time i'll have better words to express how hollow easter has felt when i look back on it. maybe now that i've written with the words i have on hand now the feeling will pour out and allow for something new to enter.
either way, i've been racking my brain to think what on earth we did do as kids. i know we had baskets. we went to church. we had ham or kentucky fried chicken with grandpa. or whatever family we were able to visit/be visited upon that year from the hartfords. there are sweet pictures of us as itty-bitty mites with our loot. in our sunday best. not too many of the ham or kfc buckets, but still...
also in this brain rack i am trying to find the name for the whole 'plastic grids you cut to shape and stitch with yarn and needle into awesome 70's-80's art'. the varied household decor - kleenex box covers, toaster covers, ornaments, mobiles...
in our easter tub is packed the two baskets mom made in this medium for carl and me one year. the baskets formed of bunny faces with two opposing cottontails sporting extra long ears that met - united with pretty little yarn bows - forming the basket's handles. white bunnies with pink features, pink bows. i amuse myself with images of carl opening such a girlie easter basket past blast this year.
they serve as reminder for how much mom did. how easily kids forget. i can't help but wonder how ours will recall their easters past. if the fun we have now will only firm up into tradition that they will replicate with their families one day or. or life will happen to cloud out their early years like they did mine.
and so. bunny notes. just in case life happens. and then we lose all our pictures to fire, flood and a dropped external hard drive.
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i have nothing witty to say here, but i think it's fun when other people do.