I’m going to start this post,
for the Friday Loose Bloggers,
where Shackman at Blogspot.com,
and Ramana at Ramana’s Musings.wordpress
have already posted wonderful ideas,
and memories of their pasts,
with a joke my brother and I thought was hysterically funny when I was a child-
What happens when you pour hot water down a rabbit hole?
You get hot cross bunnies.
And there we are-
the other side of Easter.
Over here in Gutenberg Land,
which was, and still is, the home of many many Americans over the last forty years,
there are still lovely lady Easter bonnet competitions,
egg and spoon races,
with hand-gathered flowers,
with the children in heats by age so they don’t knock one another down.
Then there is Cologne-
Home of the British Council, BBC, the buying of British products at the NAAFEE
And hot cross buns.
As I discovered when I taught there, in the Nobel Dynamite factory,
many years ago,
and was given some as a present,
by an international crew of engineers.
Before the two sides,
“Tommy and Ami,”
as the Germans say,
and the Russians and French
arrived with their own customs after the war,
there were, of course, generations of beautiful, totally German, customs:
In our area, for example, one of the loveliest
is making hoops of long willow rods,
covering them with intricately hand-decorated blown out egg shells,
and using the perabulas for the “capping” of the town well,
To make it pure,
through work and prayer.
Since almost everything needed for the family’s Easter celebration has already been bought,
starting in January, actually,
by three today,
an incredible still has settled on our town.
The churches are draped inside in black,
with the black-draped crucifix
and transformation bells,
and the silent organ
almost terrifying in their message.
Of walking through the valley of the shadow of death.
The fasting is heightened here today-
wine cream for those who have to work,
or bread, salt and herbs.
Saturday, then, is a whirlwind of cleaning, purification, baking, and cooking.
In our family, we will dye eggs.
Not in the traditional way preferred here,
of boiling onions, or beets, or spinach
to get color,
then shining the eggs with bacon fat-
We actually bought our colors last week-
in a healthfood store:
they are a sort of jelly goo that contains natural color.
And turns your hands green
as you work,
so that they have to be scrubbed twenty times with mechanics soap,
or you have to wear gloves to church.
But, to us, it is part of family togetherness.
As I mentioned a couple of days ago in my blog,
we are take-a-just-before-sunrise walk people,
followed by an, at first absolutely silent outdoor sunrise service,
the reading of the creation,
and then with beautiful music,
the Easter message,
with, for us, a picnic afterwards,
or breakfast at home, depending on the weather.
Then a phonecall to all the friends and family.
And since my husband was born with teeny hiking boots on,
we may even take an afternoon walk
to see how the grain and vegetables in the farmers fields behind our house are growing.
And Sunday night,
as we drink good tea,
and steal small smidges off the brownies,
or strawberry tart I will bake tomorrow,
as soon as my better half decides which he wants,
and watch one of the films from the marathons they show here for Easter.
Probably Miss Marple-
The Margaret Rutherford version-
We will thank God for our blessings,
and for our friends and family.
And here a special thanks to all those reading what I write,
and especially to Chuck and Ramana
of the Friday Loose Bloggers who gave me my start.
Have a great year.
And Rabbit, Rabbit.
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Teacher, Musician, Composer, Conductor, Writer. Sometimes the one, sometimes all. Life is good.