Comments on: The Calendar Says It’s Spring…

By: KathyR

KathyR — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 17:06:02 +0000

I love the Mississippi hotel room story!

And your dad’s church attendance was not unlike my dad’s. I can only remember him going maybe a couple of times ever. He sat in the back in a short-sleeved dress shirt + tie, no coat.

By: Phil

Phil — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 12:49:01 +0000

John and Robin - That’s the way I remember it, anyway. My mom hasn’t called demanding a retraction of anything. We all know the memoir is an inexact science. Why, some try to pass off their fiction as memoir (ask Oprah)!

Brian - yes, the car was broken into when we were parked near the French Quarter in NO. I remember being in the police station while we filed a report. Not sure what all they took, except I remember they took some of grandpa’s clothes, something I really couldn’t fathom at the time (or now, actually). I’ve heard the story about the melted confection, but I really have no direct memory of it, so I didn’t include it.

Molly - wow, that egg hunt was some production. And I agree, a modest chunk of anything from Fran’s is worth a bushel-basket of a lot of other things. As I recall, the concept of the Resurrection didn’t really resonate with me, but I was real curious about the mechanics of the crucifixion. I think I had it backwards.

Nancy - Thanks! But certainly no cuter than your girl cavorting among the ducks.

By: nancy

nancy — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 01:25:24 +0000

Could you possibly be any cuter???

By: Molly

Molly — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 18:20:15 +0000

Hmmm. Easter 1951 I was about 1 1/2 too! Didn’t get to indulge in such frivolities like Easter bunnies, though, because for my family of origin it was all about The Risen Lord-ah. Which may explain why when I had kids of my own I got more than a little carried away with the more pagan aspects of the day. 600 eggs to hide, anyone? Brunch for 25? ahem. The remaining nestling is perfectly happy these days with a modest basket, provided the chocolate comes from Frans!

By: Brian

Brian — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 02:24:45 +0000

Was that the trip where the grandparent’s car was broken into? Was talking to Mom, today, and we recollected a time about a month after Easter where the parents had to hunt down an egg that was smelling a bit fresh. Guess I didn’t get them all! I believe there was the time where the toher sibling fell asleep in front of the heater with the chocolate rabbit. It was unrecognizable after the nap due to the heat….

By: robin andrea

robin andrea — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:21:32 +0000

Those are such a sweet and touching memories. That your grandparents traveled for days with your colored eggs just captures the innocence and insanity of the times. I never celebrated Easter until I met Roger and his two youngest daughters (11 and 7 in 1989). When they came for spring break, I made easter baskets and had them ready when they arrived. Easter is one of the most foreign holidays to me. I like to think of it as the pagan celebration it really is. Great story, and you’re a very cute 1 1/2 year old.

By: John

John — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 23:30:35 +0000

I have to say that was an enjoyable walk down memory lane, Phil. My recollections of early Easters involved the eggs, but I have absolutely no recollections of church on Easter Sunday. I suspect your grandparents had a magnificently good time in that motel room in Mississippi, carrying out what had obviously been days of planning and plotting.