There really were schools back when I was growing up. I went to Catholic ones because my mother believed I might need a little extra discipline. (Do you think?) I’ll actually always be grateful for the reading, writing, and ‘rithmetic basics — we even diagrammed sentences back then. There are some other things I learned that are still hang-ups. I won’t share all the trouble I caused in our little schools! BUT one of the really cool things we did was to cover our heads when we went to church. The best head-covering time was Easter when my mom would take us three girls shopping for hats — wonderful big brimmed woven hats with flowers around the crown or with colors on the brim to match our dresses. My mom has been gone since the mid- 60’s (she died when she was only 39). But thinking about wearing a hat makes me think of her, and that makes me smile.
I don’t celebrate Easter any differently than I celebrate every day during which the sun shines or my dogs wag or I see my granddaughter or a friend calls. I’ve changed my focus since the early 60’s, but this morning the sun is shining, my granddaughter wished me a happy day, and the dogs are waiting while I type this.
So, to all my friends I say, “Have a beautiful day.”