Thursday, April 2nd, 2015 09:50:16

Life, Resurrection and Easter

Growing up in rural Georgia in the 1970s, I thought of Easter not only as the resurrection of Jesus but as a sign that spring had sprung and it was time for a new Sunday dress, a hat, gloves and more chocolate than I could eat, at least at one time.

My focus was less on the resurrection and new life of Jesus Christ than on standing still while my mother pinned the new dress she was sewing for me to get the right fit, and making sure that our white Mary Janes had been polished with Kiwi white liquid shoe polish — it often took several coats to get rid of the black scuff marks.