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“When I was seven, I remember decorating Easter
eggs with my cousin Brian and my granny. Then later
in the day, we would have the Easter Egg hunt. My
brother’s girlfriend kid sisters who were my age were
there, and they, along with my cousin found all of the
eggs. I was sad and cried to my granny. She pulled me
into her bedroom and closed the door. The girls were
saying, “ooooo” because they thought I was in trouble.
My granny lifted her pillow and whispered, “I have
your eggs right here.” —London St. Charles, author of
The Husband We Share
“My uncle was a model in Chicago, and his group
usually had a fashion show in Indianapolis on Easter
Sunday. We would go to church and then the show. I
remember my mom dressing me in frilly dresses acces-
sorized with gloves, ruffled socks, and patent leather
shoes with a matching purse. Oh! And a god-awful
bonnet. I hated the bonnets!”—Portia A. Cosby, au-
thor of F.I.R.E. Reignited
“When I was younger I always remembered my mom
making this huge spread of food and us getting up ear-
ly cleaning the house for company to come over for
dinner and laughs and let’s not forget the Spades game
that would be the nightcap. Those were the days and
I looked forward to Easter.” —Kisha Green, Author of
Solace
“When I was young, we used to get dressed up and go
to church on Sunday morning. By Sunday afternoon
my grandfather would stop over. I had three siblings so
all four of us would get Easter baskets from my gran-
dfather. He took great care and preparing them, and
they were pretty extensive. I was the youngest, so I got
the basket. But my older siblings got an Easter box. Bi-
gger than a shirt box and very deep and filled with co-
lored grasses, dyed eggs with our names on them and
other designs. Chocolate Easter Bunnies the eggs with
the chocolate in them the whole nine yards! He did
this for years. I used to always look forward to when I
was old enough to get a box instead of a basket.
It was a great, fond memory of my childhood
and my grandfather.” —Lisa Watson, Author of
Interview with Danger
“As a child I remember wearing the traditional
white Topper or cape, white on white frilly glo-
ves, slip-on white patent leather shoes with criss-
cross straps, white frilly/lace top socks; a crino-
line slip that made whatever color dress I wore
rustle, bustle and move like ocean waves. Of
course, topping it off was my floral-laden straw
bonnet. Now all of these items were carefully
stored away after Easter for the next year...cau-
se as long as they fit...you wore them. And for
about three years I looked good in them come
Easter Sunday.” —Pat G’Orge -Walker, author
of Sister Betty Says I Do
“When I think of Easter, I think of Miss Ethel
pressing my hair and Shirley temple curls. My
mother would dress me up in a pretty dress and
white patent leather shoes. Can’t forget the pa-
tent leather shoes. After dying eggs we would
head out to the kiddie disco.” —Donneil D. Jac-
kson, author of Foolish
Growing up, every Sunday was a church Sunday, but
Easter Sundays were special. I still remember those
days. Up early on Easter morning, I wore a ruffled
dress, white gloves, and black patent leather shoes with
bows. My press and Shirley Temple curls glistened bri-
ghter than a spit shoe-shine. During services, my thou-
ghts lingered on Easter Egg Hunts, Easter Baskets, and
lots of chocolate bunnies. Church services lasted until
around 1:30 or 2:00 p.m. After church, Mr. Leonard
drove us home, and our eyes glowed when he handed
each of us a one-dollar bill. We thought we were rich
as we rushed off to The Corner Store for goodies. Those
were the the good old days! — Patricia A. Bridewell ~
Author of Two Steps Past the Altar
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