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Blog Entry 2 of 4 mims much ado about nothing
My blog(by the way, that is an ugly word)could well be titled Diary of a widowed aged insomniac who is old enough to quit feeling guilty about her lack of housewifely virtues, cooking,yard work,etc...have reached the age when I want to reminise about the olden days, marvel in disbelef of the nowdays and I have so much to say about every day and noone to listen! Until the blog! I have a loving family, some of whom feel I am extremely witty and some of whom feel I am witless, but they all love me and they are all my very life. Nothing gives me more pleasure than causing them to chuckle or giggle and if i could do the same for others it would please me. A reader of some of my trials and tribulations that I intend to speak of need not fall on the floor in proxyisms of glee..but perhaps a small smile with which they can relate would be satisfying. My tales will all be true with just a wee bit of exaggeration caused by a quirky imagination and sense of humor that I would hope to impart. Will hope to keep them seasonal but I do go off on tangents. You youngsters skip my blogs....they will be meaningless...it is as we age that we need to be able to laugh at ourselves and the tricks that our minds and bodies have played on us. Laughter IS the best medicine...along with an aspirin or two perhaps.

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Easter for kids
Contributed by: mildred andersen   on 3/14/2008

Just sitting here remembering the olden days and wondering if Easter for this generation is the same as it was when my grandchildren were growing up.

I doubt it as nothing else is, but would like to think the excitement and anticipation hasn't all given way to the now world. I am not thinking the religious thing here...but the prelimiInary preparation for Easter morn.

The little girls getting all dolled up in new clothes complete with hat and gloves, real gloves made of lace with a separate place for each little finger (could an adult have time to place them properly). After the initial fashion statement was made, the little darlings became cranky because the thumb lost its flavor having to be siphoned through lace and the index finger was unavailabe for uh, uh, other duties.
The little boys, though they would never admit it, felt pretty spiffy with their white shirts and bow ties. or perhaps long ties that an adult male had to stand behind them and try to think if it was right over left, or left over right to get the accomplished knot..You could usually find the men with the most patience by looking to see which boy had the bow and which had the windsor and who out of them all had the reddest face, How grown up they looked...and smelled...from that strategic bit of gel plastering down the cowlick...the little boys, I mean.

I kinda got the horse behind the cart here.!! First there was Easter eve after supper when the little kids sat around the table with a porceline coffee cup, a large tablespoon and a crayola or two in front of them . eagerly awaiting the arrival of that huge pot of eggs that had been boiling. Now is the moment of truth...you picked your favorite colored tablet and placed it in the bottom of the cup, while hot water was poured over it to dissolve and you took your big spoon and stirred madly as you oahd aand awwed as the lovely colored water filled the cup....Magic!! (hope someone did not forget the addition of a big splash of vinegar to the cup...it sets the dye, you see.)

To this day the smell of vinegar reminds me of Easter...or perhaps sunburns...which vinegar is supposed to soothe as well,,,but I digress. Before it can be explained that the the spoon should gently pick up an egg and slide it carefully into it into the cup, a sibling starts yelling, "THATS MY CUP, i CHOSE PURPLE FIRST" !! Before the argument reaches a successfull compromise, the miscreant lobs the egg into the cup from about two feet up, thereby splashing all observers, cracking the egg, spilling the purple, and well, I don't want to reminisce any more....I know eggsactly how it ended, as it did every year, with grownups scarfing down cracked eggs dipped in salt and wondering why we only eat hard boiled eggs at Easter...they are yummy, if you don't bite into a piece of shell.

One last memory is that I hated playing the bunny...that part where after the mess is cleared, the angels are in bed awaiting their Easter morning makeover I was stuck with making "stoopid nests" out of stoopid green and ugly purple strips of cellophane and figuring out a place to hide them indoors because my eyes are shut from lack of sleep and its too cold outside and if u put them too high the kids can't find them and if you put them too low the dogs can and some of them will never be found because its time to get ready for church so the entire family can visit with people they haven't seen since last year!

By the way...Happy Easter everyone!!


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mildred andersen

brighton , CO

mildred andersen has posted 4 blog entries and 0 comments since joining on 3/9/2008. mildred andersen 's average blog rating is 0.
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