When thinking about what to write for this post, my memories swirled back and back and back to Easter's gone by. I pulled out my boxes of old family photos hoping to find quite a few Easter shots but only came upon this single solitary photo for now.
Here are my sisters and I with my Grandmother Lillian and our cousin JoAnn. I am the one on the right....the tallest one with my two sisters, Darlene and Susan, on my right. Aren't we sweet in our Easter dresses. And OMG look at the hair styles....looks like my mom (or dad) liked to cut our hair and getting a little carried away with cutting bangs...my poor sisters.
My Grandmother was a big influence on me growing up. She was Swedish and has quite a life story to tell. She taught me about the importance of taking care of my skin as a young teenager, makeup, manners, cooking Swedish specialty dishes, independence, determination and being a survivor.....a strong woman indeed.....and did I mention opinionated....maybe that's where I get it from....something I have to work on.
This particular Easter was spent up at "the farm" in New Hampshire. I grew up in Massachusetts until I was 10 years old and we would visit out grandparents on their farm in New Hampshire. A place where I discovered the yumminess of picking an apple off the tree, sprinkling it with salt and savoring every bite. A place where I would watch piglets take their first breath and wonder through pastures and fields surrounded by stone wall fences. A place where we would hand pick blueberries growing in the wild and my Aunt baking the most amazing mouthwatering blueberry pies smothered with melting ice cream. Oh waves of goodness just thinking about it.
I hope your weekend is filled with good memories, hopes and dreams. Easter and springtime are bursting with new beginnings, life and great expectations.