Easter Memory

Easter Sunday 1959

I loved Easter as a child. A brand new dress, new white shoes, a purse, gloves, and oh yes...the HAT! My Mother was an excellent seamstress (something she did not pass on to me) and made all of my clothes. I remember this dress...it was pink dotted swiss trimmed with white lace. Church was always packed on Easter, so it was always a treat to climb the stairs and sit in the balcony (I think that was the only time it was opened!). After services, the family gathered for a huge meal and of course, an Easter egg hunt. I don't know why Kathy (my cousin) is crying....maybe the bunny didn't deliver!