Having just weekended through Easter, I can’t help but recall the Boomlennial experience of when I was a wee one. Yes it will always be the joy of the season. You know, eating chocolate without getting yelled at, nor dealing with a week of massive zits. But I also miss freezing through the day in a very chic new dress with an itchy nylon slip that made it poof out just so. Terrible to sit in, but when you looked that good who would want to! Getting the Easter bonnet (who even uses that word?), white gloves and oooo-lala those shiny patent leather shoes was just what it was about. I’m not sure if I truly do remember all that, or because it was one of the three days a year that was always memorialized with a picture. Maybe even a few. And all day it was. This family, that family. Church. To the park where a giant basket still stands, which is quite amazing considering the rest of the city is one big crime scene. Very festive yellow tape, however. Guess even criminals love candy. Now, however, I think the holiday has gotten B status. Even Halloween has been upgraded and costumes gets more of a consideration than the Easter outfit. The singing has changed considerably, too. The modern churches now spout weird songs about the blood of lambs in three lines that they repeat twenty times until I’m hypnotized. Too cool (or lacking real musicality) to sing the traditional He is Risen songs that I still have nightmares about. The ham foodfest is still a keeper, but then you end up with a lot of the day with no presents to open or football to watch. Some families enjoy(?) throwing in some Llama Llama Holiday Drama (great book BTW) so at least you’ll have something to rehash the next year. Always fun. I did attend an egg hunt with my two wee ones and it was a classic. They were positioned behind the rope ready to make a dash for the eggs as soon as it was dropped. Whoosh! And two steps in one of my wees saw a big worm on the ground and bent down to study it. Yep that’s my boy. Gosh I love Easter.