Aunt Bill Rambles – Easter

When I got up this morning I thought how sad Marthie musta been when she wuz goin’ to visit the tomb.  I jest wonder how she felt when she see’d the stone rolled away.  Who would believe Peter was the first one to have enough nerve to enter tomb and find it empty. Praise God for the empty tomb.  He Is Risen!!

I’ve been trying to remember Easter when I was young — that’s been a long time!  We allas had a Easter egg hunt at school and we went to Dr. Parrish’ pasture.  We all brought a few colored eggs to be hid.  Now everybody had hens and could brang eggs,but all of ’em didn’t have coloring.  Onions would make the eggs sort of yeller and walnut hulls would make them brownish, but my Ma allas has a few cents stuck back and I allas had coloring. I can’t remember candy eggs back then and they shore wadn’t no plastic eggs.  I can’t even remember what the prize was fer the one that found the most.  Does that say something about my age?

At home my brother and sister (they’s teenagers when I’se born) allas come back and we had a big meal together.  We had to walk to church, but I can’t remember that happening on Easter.  It seems I can remember having new dress and new patent leather shoes.  Them little shoes could be polished with a cold biscuit rubbed over them.  My, my what thangs I can remember and what thangs I can’t remember.  Sometimes I can’t eben remember what I had fer breakfast.

I hear little ‘uns today talking about the Easter Bunny — well, I ain’t never seen one, but I do see a squirrel at the bird feeders now and then.

Happy Easter and thanks for hanging around with us on Country Living.