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Topic: Spring (as in the season) (11/28/05)
TITLE: Spring means Easter
By Connie Husby
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Easter morning crept up on the whole family, and before we knew it momma was yelling at us seven children to get out of bed and get dressed for church, the aroma of fresh brewed coffee filled the air, as it did every morning. One by one followed the other down stairs to the kitchen table.
Cereal boxes lined the center of the table and Cindy and I tried keeping up with the boys, heaping our bowls with cereal, until the milk overflowed onto the table and then the floor. Out came Tinker, our Chinese pug as he managed to lick up all our spills.
“Stop it,” I yelled at Cory as he kept elbowing me and shouting how ugly I was. I was pretty passive until that morning, and I pushed him off his chair saying, “I hate you Cory, and besides that, you have a round head!” Momma’s face changed, and her wrinkles were creasing and we knew we were in trouble now. The older boys just rolled their eyes, and dumped dishes into the sink as they ran upstairs to get ready for church.
Once again, each of us ran back downstairs and stood in line and Momma inspected the way we looked. Ronnie was the oldest and he always slid down the banister, Dean was next in line and did the exact same thing acting like a copy cat. Gary and Cory a couple months apart pushed and hit each other all the way downstairs. Momma would have to go after them with a broom sometimes to separate them. She would say, “Go ahead and kill each other, I don’t care anymore!” Then, Cindy and I came prancing down like princesses down into the sunroom, and last but not least Ward, our little brother (he always wore clothes that mismatched) he would slide down the steps on his rump, just to get a reaction. There we were ready to walk to church. It was Easter morning and I remember taking Vaseline and shining my black patent leather shoes, and being so excited to wear lace gloves and my Easter bonnet. Momma surprised a girls with little lace purses that year.
All the winter snow had melted, and once again the sidewalks were dry and cracked as ever, as we skipped down the block. The sun sparkled onto the grains of stone in the cement sidewalk, and the glitter seemed almost magical. We tried to hop over all the cracks or we thought we would break our mother’s back (just a game we’d play). The boys always ran to church, and momma once she got into the pew just sighed, knowing she did good getting all her children to church, and on time.
Spring always meant Easter, which meant new patent leather shoes and Easter bonnets, not to mention all the candy from the so-called Easter bunny. Today, when I think of spring, the memories all flood back, and believe it or not, they’re all good. By the way, my brother still has a round head.
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