Easter

Thinking about the very real probability that I will lose my parent's home makes me think of happier times. I'm not sure why most people think of happy times as tending to focus on holidays, since most of my own happy times are little things. Sitting in my dad's chair, my mom on the sofa as we watch TV together late at night.

There are wonderful memories that center on holidays. Such as my mom always making sure I got a heart shaped box of chocolates on Valentines and a basket on Easter. I remember going out to a place called the Old Pig Farm down in California when I was a kid. It was an abandoned place near Sky Blue Mesa, we used to hang out there from time to time. One day we went out there and all I really recall is piling out of the Pinto and carrying my doll around to the back where mom was getting out the picnic.

Fried chicken, potato salad, deviled eggs... I forget what all was in the picnic, but not how much fun it was being with my parents and siblings. Hunting for Easter eggs.

Another memory is from older, we lived in a place called Tarzana in a small house. I remember taking my dad an egg I had found and he said how much he loved hard boiled eggs... it became my mission to find those eggs for my dad, to take him all the hidden eggs I found because he liked them. I think I was around six at the time.

Now that it is just me and dad I've kind of lost interest in celebrations, although I have considered trying to hunt up some ideas for a family get-together at dad's for Easter this year. Looking around at the Easter Ideas that celebrations.com has to offer is one way that I have been trying to inspire myself. Decoration ideas such as a cherry blossom wreath, green apples used as place cards, embossed eggs, cupcake decorating ideas and Easter traditions from around the world.

I am still considering the idea, and a lot of it will probably be determined by if it looks like we'll have decent weather for being outside this Easter or not, but it is very tempting to try for a family Easter get-together here so dad can spend time with his grandkids and great grandkids. Not to mention I have always wanted a good excuse to make a standing rib roast complete with the little tuft things and all the trimmings.