Easter 2016
I had imagined Easter Sunday to be like this, we all, and I mean as in my small family, my son, mom, brother, nephew and sister would sit around a big table in a dinning room in a family home and feast off of a big ham, potato salad, yams, greens of some kind, and the fixings that go along with all of that and we would talk about whatever and share stories of holiday's past and laugh and eat and drink and then watch a little TV and laugh and tell more stories until we were all ready for seconds.
That was Easter in my mind. I guess I was thinking back to the Easter celebrations that we had in the "old days" back when everyone would go to my grandmother's house, fight for parking, and have a big family dinner and pray that nobody said anything to piss off anyone either accidentally or intentionally. Actually, there was only one person who used to do that and we all hoped he held his tongue because most of the time he actually just needed not to talk to or about anyone. The kids sat at the kids table and the adults at the big table. The kids table was a floral covered card table that my grandmother had for years she found at a thrift store. We sat about twenty feet from the grown ups which was just far enough away where they could keep one eye on us and we could share our secrets of childhood. We usually got our plates first with my grandmother acting as a server carrying in two plates at a time.
Unfortunately, those days died when they died about 12 and 13 years ago. They are gone and so is their house, which my grandparents used to call the family home and never ever wanted the house to be sold but well, things happen when people die and one of those things unfortunately involved the selling under protest of a few, selling the house for very little and moving on and out. Moving out involved moving to this apartment with almost everyone in tow. (minus my sister who lives with her husband) Easter was far from my childhood memories. We didn't eat at any table. There was a small ham and I was not feeling well so I couldn't cook a big dinner and my son would rather play outside with his friends in the neighborhood then hang out with me in the kitchen and since my mom's health has her on a lot of meds that make her sleepy she struggled to keep her eyes open at times. My nephew and sister were at work and Easter came and went without any fanfare.
I guess that nothing stays the same and we always changing and evolving but sometimes just sometimes I long for days past and people that are no longer here also.
That was Easter in my mind. I guess I was thinking back to the Easter celebrations that we had in the "old days" back when everyone would go to my grandmother's house, fight for parking, and have a big family dinner and pray that nobody said anything to piss off anyone either accidentally or intentionally. Actually, there was only one person who used to do that and we all hoped he held his tongue because most of the time he actually just needed not to talk to or about anyone. The kids sat at the kids table and the adults at the big table. The kids table was a floral covered card table that my grandmother had for years she found at a thrift store. We sat about twenty feet from the grown ups which was just far enough away where they could keep one eye on us and we could share our secrets of childhood. We usually got our plates first with my grandmother acting as a server carrying in two plates at a time.
Unfortunately, those days died when they died about 12 and 13 years ago. They are gone and so is their house, which my grandparents used to call the family home and never ever wanted the house to be sold but well, things happen when people die and one of those things unfortunately involved the selling under protest of a few, selling the house for very little and moving on and out. Moving out involved moving to this apartment with almost everyone in tow. (minus my sister who lives with her husband) Easter was far from my childhood memories. We didn't eat at any table. There was a small ham and I was not feeling well so I couldn't cook a big dinner and my son would rather play outside with his friends in the neighborhood then hang out with me in the kitchen and since my mom's health has her on a lot of meds that make her sleepy she struggled to keep her eyes open at times. My nephew and sister were at work and Easter came and went without any fanfare.
I guess that nothing stays the same and we always changing and evolving but sometimes just sometimes I long for days past and people that are no longer here also.
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