I came across some old Easter photos yesterday – really old! They’re pics of me, my 
brother, and my parents from the 1960’s. I have on frilly dresses, lacy socks, and patent leather shoes. In one I even sport an Easter bonnet. In a couple we’re standing in front of my dad’s Ford Fairlane. My parents were younger in those photos than I am now – quite a bit younger in fact.
Seeing these photos sparked a lot of memories – which in itself is amazing because my memory is terrible! But I remember the Easter baskets well. In Shreveport, Louisiana, where I grew up, there was a charity for the blind. Sightless adults made elaborate baskets decorated with tulle, ribbon, and lace. Mom took me there several times to get baskets over the years.
And then there were the egg hunts at my maternal grandmother’s house. Aunts, uncles, and cousins from out-of-town would gather for the holiday. The highlight was the Easter afternoon hunt at Grandma’s. One photo I found was taken in her backyard. My brother and I stood beside cousins Randy and Cynthia. Cynthia, who was six months younger than me, died just last month when her aorta ruptured.
Then there were the sunrise services and pancake breakfasts at church every Easter Sunday. I miss those. And I miss singing “Up from the grave He arose, with a mighty triumph ‘or His foes. He arose a victor from the dark domain and He lives forever with His saints to reign. He arose… He arose… hallelujah, Christ arose!”
Times have really changed. I don’t see many Easter bonnets anymore. I don’t hear much about sunrise services. Our Easter traditions and the songs we sing are different. But one thing has not changed and it’s the most important. Jesus Christ is alive! He reigns now and for all eternity! Hallelujah, Christ arose!
What sweet memories – neat that you have the photos from you childhood.
We do still celebrate Easter sunrise service at my church. I love it – it is so sweet to see the sun rise and here about His resurrection 🙂
Have a blessed Easter, Kathy.
Kathy, I am grew up in Shreveport also… AND I had a blue Easter Basket made by the blind. It was a prized posession. I remember wanting one so badly. My Church… Kings Highway Christian , corner of Line and Kings Highway…. AHHH! Shreveport in the 60’s . Good times!
Hi Marsha, thanks for coming by and sharing this! I have wondered many times if my parents still have that basket but keep forgetting to ask them. It’s one of those items that hold many memories!