That’s Happy Easter to my friends not of my Polish background.
I miss my heritage and if I was more inspired, I would probably try to do some sort of Easter but down here.It is too sad, and what I manage to do is buy some kielbasa, rye bread, horseradish, eggs, ham and some peeps.
Pretty sad the 56-year-old me has settled for that for an Easter.I haven’t been feeling good, and think I will just cherish my time with my girls tomorrow and eat as ethnically as I can,and pray to my family in heaven.
The times, they are a-changing….
And yeah, Mom, the white hyacinth is for you, as usual.
So the first day of spring was the other day, right?
Can’t prove it by me.
We went for shopping this afternoon and as I was trying to pick out Easter flowers, there were snow flurries in the air.
It brought back memories of my Mom, who would tell me how, at my oldest brother’s First Holy Communion, in May, back in the early fifties, it snowed.They couldn’t take pictures of the kids at grotto areas for keepsakes due to snow.The thought brought a smile to my face, and drew me to a pot of three white hyacinths.Tradionally, my brother in the city with me would pick up a purple hyacinth for her, I would get her a white one, and my Dad would buy Mom a lily.The memory brought a smile to my face. Once the flowers fade away, I’ll have the bulbs to come up each spring to renew the memory.
Thank God for small favors.
It’s hard this year.
I pulled out my Mom’s ceramic Easter egg and a small crocheted easter egg she had. I couldn’t handle too much more out, because it’s the first Easter at the new home.We won’t be here for dinner, per se, because we’ll be with Jim’s Mom and family.
When Mom was around,we had Easter, Christmas and Thanksgiving every year at our home, and did what a lot of couples do: go to the other spouse’s family so everyone gets even time and you try not to slight anyone.
Mom is gone three years.
I haven’t had a Polish Easter in 3 years and for some reason, I am a little sad about it. I miss the traditions, although having the Polish parish in Manayunk get shut down by the Archdiocese doesn’t help either.I miss my brother and his family, I miss my Aunt and cousin: I am missing a lot.
My memory is still ok though, so I will have to share Easter with them in my prayers and in my mind and heart.
I am thankful that God still will let me do that.
From the looks of it over the weekend, there seems to have been not too many imbibers
in Easter candy land this year…you walk down any aisle of any store, as my nephew
Gregory and I did this morning while buying milk for cereal.Egads! There seemed to be enough
left over Easter stuff to go through a nuclear winter.
Working in the section of town where things are a wee bit pricier,you don’t mind some of the
left overs here, as they are darn good.In fact, if you are thrifty, you probably could bypass
the initial run on the candy and hold out and get it the week or two later…still
yummy at half price!
It was organized chaos in here yesterday.
For all 590,000 pieces of paper mailed, there for a few moments you would have found 590,000
at the front desk…or so it seemed.
But it’s over, for now, at least.
My friend Cyn had her surgery yesterday and apparently it was successful, in a manner of
speaking.**still working the beads for her as I type**
One of my BFF’s, Juls, started her new job yesterday and lived to tell about it.
We have one more meal of my leftover Easter ham and it was pretty good.
Maybe, just maybe, things are looking up?
I remember that as I was getting older, I would be upset with my folks when they would say about certain occasions,” It’s just another day.”
Once again, Easter hits me hard in that my parents are not here with me. My nephew Greg bought me a white hyacinth-something I traditionally would have gotten my mother, and at least a little piece of my history is repeated. Of course, it would stand to follow that I am married to a man who is allergic to flowers every time someone give me some. Not a good call for a flower lover such as myself, but, ah, the price of love….
Kielbasa was a staple of my Easter, but I would be the only one who ate it. My husband would make a few stabs at it, but that is how it goes, If you haven’t been brought up with it, I guess, you have no ties to it.
So instead, I will hold a fire in my heart for Easters past. My heart aches for my parents, but hey,
“It’s just another day.”……
My nephew Greg just left. He came to pick up ham I made for them. I remarked how old I am: sitting here alone with the fur girls, watching Pope Francis I have the Easter Vigil Mass at the Vatican.
Jim is out painting our front fence, as we get the house ready to sell. Melancholia is quite overwhelming. This house had me busy on this day for the first six years, as I would be preparing for Easter. Then Mom got sick.
It is good to have good memories; it doesn’t make them hurt any less, but they are good.
A blessed Easter to you and yours.
It has not been a good week.
Found out a friend of mine who was 2 years older passed away suddenly last week. I saw her at the beginning of the month and she was in a helluva better shape than I am in.
The coughing got a little quiet but not much, as both Jim and I are fighting it and it makes for the wrong kind of melodies going on in our house.
A good friend of mine is scheduled for pancreatic cancer surgery on Monday and I know the odds…
and to top it all I am missing my Mom a lot..
It goes without saying it is Holy Week and the Easter Tridium, and my prayers are going overtime on so many levels.
The hard part is I remember the line from the movie “Rudy”…” Man asks for God to answer prayers, and God does, in God’s time.”
Things have really been sucky during the day.
When I hang out with one of my BFF’s,Denise, at lunchtime, we seldom do anything but stay back at our desks.
Today we didn’t.
We decided to do the poor man’s shuffle to 9th and Market Streets to the Walgreens. We got Easter Candy.
Yeah I know. I don’t NEED Easter candy, but sometimes, it just gives you that little comfort that you need.
We had a good time chatting while we were going over and, if anything, it makes me miss the old days.
Another of my BFF’S, Kathy,made a beautiful egg arrangement for me….what a sweetie!
Enjoy your holiday!
1. I am grateful that I had no ancestors on the Titanic. As I type this, PBS is airing a special on the making and the route of the Titanic and the effect on the families who lost people who went down on the ship. These poignant stories really make things you are worrying about take the right perspective.
2. I am thankful that I have a job that enables me to take a vacation day tomorrow so I can try to catch up on some sleep, hand with the fur girls, and then get down to the “Undisclosed Location”.
3. I am thankful for cookbooks and the Food Network Channel-how else would I know how to make Easter ham somehow pallatable over 4 nights of dinners,
4. I am grateful for all of my godchildren, but especially Frank, the youngest, who celebrates his 6th birthday on Sunday. He is my Sweetheart! We went over tonight to celebrate his birthday and he was happy that Kasia and Zush were standing by and he, for the first time, was able to pet both of them at the same time.
5. **yawn** I am grateful for the invention of the timer and sleep function. It puts me to sleep pretty well!
Off to the Undisclosed tomorrow- have a wonderful weekend!
Well, it’s Saturday night and managed to get through today with a minimal about of tears thinking of Mom. Actually, I am chuckling to myself as I type this, because although she would have been happy that I went and got the basket of food blessed, she’d be looking for the coconut cream egg that somehow I forgot to get for the basket. It was bittersweet being in Church waiting for the food to get blessed, because the parishioners are waiting for word that the Archdiocese is going to close it as a Church, and possibly just keep it open as a “worship” site. Shingleman asked me what Mass we are going for tomorrow and I am truly torn, This parish is probably looking at its last Easter morning Mass: although since I have been married, I belong to the Church across the park and we really haven’t been up in the city a lot since Mom passed away,so we could go there too!
We threw a lot of things away today, with hopes of using our time here wisely and cleaning out to make the house ready for when we eventually move. Now the Phillies are on the television, although I honestly would want to know how Jamie Moyer, my favorite MLB pitcher, is doing in his game for the Colorado Rockies. I am waiting for the last load to come out of the dryer , and then, time to shower and bed.
As we would say in Polish- “Wesolego Alleluja”…..Happy Easter!
Well, after cleaning out Mom’s closet today to the tune of seven black trash bags, well, suffice it to say I put a dent in the process: hard to do with a heavy heart.
My night was capped off with Greg , my nephew, and my brother Bob, and dying Easter eggs. We even had my nephew Matt on the speaker phone for a bit , and that made it nice . Eggs are dyed, kielbasa is ready, now on to Holy Saturday!!