Well, it's almost Easter and I am dreading the family Easter dinner. Some people are all moved by tradition, but if you were a Williams you wouldn't be. This is a typical Easter in the Williams family. First we start off with one of those insanely early sunrise services. Has nobody ever considered a sunset service? Well, my grandad is a deacon at the church so he leads the sunrise service. (Probably, because the real Pastor has too much sense to get out that early.) He tries so hard to do a good job and I can appreciate his effort. After church we head to Aunt Louie's house, where we are forced to suffer through my parent's playing a retched Tuba/Harp rendition of "UP from the Grave He Arose". It is a lovely song, but not when my parents play it. Then we are expected to eat, not just eat, but gorge. My grandma will say to me at least 15 times, "Viola, you'll never get a man being that skinny girl, EAT!" Little does grandma know, that Marilyn Monroe would be considered a porker today, so I am perfectly safe in that department. Well, next comes the part I love most, all the men in the family go to the back porch to eat chocolate bunnies after lunch and we "ladies" clean up. Next, Grandad puts on his homemade Easter Bunnie costume...It still freaks me out. After all my little cousins are in corners cowering in fear of the great Easter monster, we coax them out and make them run around the lawn looking for plastic eggs filled with cheap candy left over from when I was a kid. I'll have to post a picture of my Grandad and I several years ago when I was wetting my pants in fear sitting on his lap while he wore the "Easter Monster" outfit It's very touching.
So if you're family get together is better than mine, good for you, I'm happy for you, really I am.
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Viola - a friend of mine introduced me to your blog, and I'm truly enjoying making your acquaintance! BTW, would you please post a picture of your Grandpa in the Easter bunny suit, as I might be interested in purchasing it, should he ever want to sell it. My "Isaac" has been looking for one.
Hey Making Memories;
Back off the suit is mine!
Juwah
OK OK I know you guys are making fun of my now. It's ok though, a woman with 13 cats and a Tubaist for a Mother and a Harpist for a Father gets used to being made fun of. So have your fun, I'm happy for you, really I am.
Viola...it is clear to me that you need to be moved to the top of my prayer list w/your jealous, negative attitiude...you should take some hints from my friend Juwah who deeply understands the need to give up self-centeredness...(and just a tip, Viola, if you were less self-centered, maybe you'd have a husband...I don't want to be critical, just "judging the fruit."
I still love you even though you're jealous, love you enough to point out the truth!!
On a lighter note, I would love to purchase the bunny outfit....I think it would enhance my ministry at the local Masses here if I were to suddenly show up wearing that...I can't wait! That Issac doesn't need it...
Kimberly Neuenswander;
Thank you for your honesty, but next time don't bother. I happen to like living in ignorance. I have found that it forces those who live around me to change to accomodate me and that seems to work out pretty well. Thanks again though, I appreciate your good intentions.
BTW, my Granddad wore the bunnie suit to mass once and that's why he is now a deacon at the FBC. I don't think Catholics are into Bunnie Suits or something. Grandma thought maybe if he would have just worn it to the End of Lent Party, nobody would have cared. But Granddad got his feelings hurt and we've been Baptist ever since.
I really want to see that picture!
Another raging issue for the Catholic/Protestant debate...Northern Ireland all over again!
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