Easter reminds me of little girls is white organza dresses gloves, patent leather Mary Jane shoes, and lace trimmed socks. And then the drive down a dusty red dirt road to a little white, wood framed church.
Afterwards we would hurry to finish the wonderful dinner my mother had made waiting for us. All we could think about was the pineapple or coconut cake mama had sitting on the kitchen counter. But every crumb on our plates had to be gone before we could taste its sweet deliciousness.In my memory the day was always bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky... just happy kids chasing butterflies. When the memories were good, they were very good. I miss those times.
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