HAPPY EASTER--1955
Somehow or other, in between times, I have to find time to record our
hectic lives. Easter weekend, for instance! It was my weekend off work, so I
cleaned the house on Good Friday. I hope the Good Lord understands that work is
presently my form of prayer. I missed the three o'clock Way of the Cross for
the first time in my life. Reason: the ironing was so far ahead of Mrs. Kleiber
(our part time housekeeper) that she had to spend all her time during the week
on it, rather than on the cleaning.
Thursday was mother's birthday (75); Friday was Wilf's birthday (39),
so we combined both celebrations on Easter Sunday.
On Easter Saturday (Lent over) Mary Jane and Suzanne went to Nancy
Danz's birthday party-- a theatre party. Suzanne was thrilled to go. Mary Jane
was hesitant because she does not like shows. They are too real for her, I
guess. She weeps at the slightest sadness, and is terrified if it is at all
spooky.
The Easter bunny was to come on Saturday night. On the way to bed that
night Mary Jane threw herself languidly across her bed—a sign that a statement
of world-shaking-importance was going to be made. “You know, mother,
Jody and I do not believe in the Easter Bunny”, “Don’t you, now?” I replied,
with my face in the clothes closet because Suzanne, who prefers to believe in
fairies and such, was listening. So was Jimmy, who at almost five, had spent
the past week practicing the Easter bunny hop. (Michael was safe, he was with
Mother) .”No, we don't”, continued Mary Jane. “And what's more,
Jody and I do not believe in Santa
Claus”. “Hmm. Is that
so”, said I. “Suzanne, don't you think that Mary Jane and Jody are going to
miss a lot of fun in life”? “I sure do”, said Suzanne. “I
believe in the old Easter Bunny”, said Jimmy. Hop! Hop! Hop!
Later that evening I discovered
that I was one Easter basket short, so I made Mary Jane's Easter candy nest in
a box. She was extremely hurt the next morning, because the Easter
Bunny hadn't left her a basket!
Michael celebrated by being sick before breakfast, having put four
Easter eggs in his mouth all at once. Jimmy looked at his basket,
examined everything carefully, then sighed a huge sigh. “Gosh! It's a long time
to Cwismas”!
On Easter Sunday evening there were nine children, all under nine, at
the house for dinner: Danny, Terry, Mickey, Paul, Patrick, and our four. The
nine spilled out onto the front steps and down the street and into the kitchen
and through the hall and wrestled in the dining room. It was then that Mary
Jane came to the horrible realization that she had, in all, thirteen boy
cousins, and only two girl cousins.
Easter is a joyous
day!
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