April 8, 2006

Easter Clothes

Easter is always a special time of year. Being able to get my daughter her Easter outfit takes me back to my own memories of shopping as a child. Here is my post from last Easter that sums up those feelings.

My best memories of Easter are with my grandmother, "Mother Dear" as we called her, spending all day Easter's eve Saturday pressing hair. Getting our hair done for a holiday was a big event for my cousins and I, despite being tender headed. Sitting in her kitchen, one by one, hair wet from a thorough washing, we sat patiently until our turn.

The air was filled with a strange bouquet of pressed hair, hair pomade and shampoo. If we behaved, there was ice cream, if we didn't, there was a switch. Now "Dear" was a woman that ruled her house with a velvet glove. Very few times did we have to be reprimanded, she was such a loving woman. She would spend hours standing up to grease, part, pressed and style up to 3 heads. It was as natural to her as breathing for this holiday ritual.

As we dressed the next morning, sometimes in similar garments, or at times matching ones, we would "play fight" for mirror time to twirl and admire her handy work. Topping us off with hats, gloves, matching purses and shoes, my little crew of cousins and I skipped outside on the porch to be transported to the annual Easter church service.

Memories like these are what I cherish most about holidays. I understand the significance of this day and would never diminish it, but to reminisce about family is sweeter than jelly beans.


kiko said...

That's right!
Easter is a magic time of the year!
I love everything (except going to the mass: the priest is a bit annoying!!!!=)
Congratulations for your great blog!
Kisses from Portugal!
PS: If you can, please drop me a line at my blog...

Sepialove said...

Wow! Thank you so much! I haven't had a chance to post lately due to family and professional responsibities, but I am trying to fit in more time to blog. I miss writing terribly. Please come back soon. :o)

T.C. Matthews said...

I'm just getting around to all the BLOGs I've missed out on for a few months. Its good to read your Easter post. Boy, did you take me back. I can hear the grease sizzling in my ear and feel the heat from the extention cord like it was me.

My last Easter memory of the mass hair fixing that my sister always gave just before holidays, involved me and my cousin Gary. His sister Tracey smacked him up side the face with a hot pressing come , just because he wanted to take it to his mother who was pressing my hair.

Needless to say she got a whippen and he got a reminder that you don't stand in the middle of a girl/woman getting their hair "did."