Today is Jour 9 – Day 9 of my blogging assignment to myself. If you want to read the previous posts, and I hope you do, then go to that blogging assignment category on my blog’s right side.
When I was a youngster I looked forward to Easter Sunday morning because it meant hidden Easter Bunny treats.
The bunny apparently was a silent visitor (like Santa) on Easter Sunday and he left a trail around the house of jelly beans. (perhaps the birth of my sweet tooth)
My brother, James, and I would flit around in our pj’s, accumulating our stash of jelly beans, small chocolates and the inevitable solid chocolate bunny each. Mom and Dad were watching over us and would give one of us tips where to look if either one of us was getting too much of the chocolate. ♥
Then off to Sunday service at church, chocolate on our breath.
Sundays also included time spent visiting with Baba (grandma). Baba and Guido were from the Ukraine and Easter had many special traditions for me because of them. ♥
Happy Easter memories includes the painting of easter eggs and dyeing them with Baba.
I would sit at her kitchen table, and make easter eggs. It began with a white boiled egg canvas, little bowls of dye.
I would paint designs of melted wax onto the egg to symbolize food, health, prosperity. Designs like wheat, flowers and in my case hearts, and my name of course. 🙂
Baba’s was the best but she made us feel like we did a wonderful job also. I miss her.
More information here on the history of Pysanka – Ukrainian Easter Eggs
My eggs were simple and I always put the year on them. Today these eggs are priceless remembrances of those times with Baba, and simpler days in my youth.
Today’s Quote from Ronald Reagan
who talked about celebrating Easter and Passover was deeply associated with freedom and American values.
“The generation of Americans now growing up in schools across our country can make sure the United States will remain a force for good, the champion of peace and freedom, as their parents and grandparents before them have done,”
“If we live our lives and dedicate our country to truth, to love, and to God, we will be a part of something much stronger and much more enduring than any negative power here on Earth.”
Tree of Heaven
In 1994 Stuart McLean began Vinyl Cafe, a radio broadcast that he recorded live as he travelled the width and breadth of Canada.
He visited small towns and big centres from the Atlantic Ocean to Whitehorse, Yukon Territories and to Vancouver Island on the Pacific Ocean.
He visited my small town of Penticton and I booked our seats six months in advance, my family and eight close friends lined up in the 12th row of the auditorium. What a lovely October evening that was.
It was fantastic heartwarming evening, a show of Canadian music, Stuart’s monologue and two of his original stories. He told clean stories of humor, featuring Dave who owned the Vinyl Cafe and somehow despite his best intentions ended up in awkward fantastical situations.
I encourage you to enjoy a heartwarming show picked for this special weekend.
Slow down and enjoy a simpler form of entertainment.
I hope you will invite your loved ones to join you, lean back and relax and listen like Canadians have for decades with Stuart.
This is my Easter gift to my blog friends wherever you are. You make blogging special for me. I am grateful to you. Enjoy the video.
– Hugs, David
Tree of Heaven
This is a wonderful story about Dave, a seed, and it has a special connection to New York city which is explained at the end.