|Rose enjoying the sunny morning.|
I loved the Easter songs that we would sing. My grandfather was usually an usher. I can hear his singing from his spot at the back of the church. He wasn't always in the same key as the rest of the congregation, but he was singing praises to his Lord God. After church it was back to their small house to change clothes and Easter egg hunting with my older brother, until we outgrew that part of the day. The boiled eggs were quickly turned into deviled eggs for lunch, which was usually fried fish that had been caught by my grandfather, fresh vegetables from my grandparents garden, and some wonderfully delicious dessert. This remained a tradition for years. Even when Dr. Mc was small we would all cram in the small house.
Today I'm creating sweet memories of my family who are now with God. How wonderful it would be for the six of us to have a deviled egg or two. I lovingly remember all of them this and almost every other day.