Easter is Sunday. I know another Easter post, but I couldn't post the same day as I did the evil Peeps on Monday. Somehow it would be tainted with the thought of my favorite memory and a marshmallow beast. So I will leave you with a great story.
"Easter time's a time for eggs and a time for eggs is Easter time." My Mee Ma would say that to us as kids. Easter has always been a favorite in our family. My grandparents loved at one time having all of us around, eating, drinking and hunting eggs. Let me sorta clarify. My grandparents were sorta Catholic. By that I mean, born and raised but they let loose when a holiday came around. So there wasn't ever a shortage of a little wine or George Dickel at our family gatherings. My family, as you have heard me speak, are free spirits. By that I mean total whackjobs. I come from a long line of craziness. Snap! But its okay because I have come to grips with it all. It's like when all of the grandchildren were born and our parents took us for our milestone check ups the doctor said, "yes, we estimate that she will be a short stumpy kid, will inherit your fluffy and be a potty mouth." Our parents left feeling proud I am sure. My mom I just know called our next door neighbor and said, "my little Dusty is growing up so fast, they predict she will say the "F" word by age 4." Moma was a bragger.
So back to my favorite Easter memory. My Mee Ma is a pistol. She's still alive and feisty. Pee Pa (don't you just love the names we give our grandparents in the South) was one of 10 children and Mee Ma one of 11, so to say they were sorta Catholic fits. Lunch must have been fun for my great grandparents. Anyway, it was nothing for us to set around a table, play cards, drink a little drink and discuss anything and everything. Most of the conversations in our family either came back around to perverted elements about yum yum or poop. And all of this takes place in the kitchen of course.
So one Easter Sunday many years ago, we were setting around the table and Mee Ma and the girls where talking about men. She then proceeded to get on this kick about getting all down to business you know wink, wink bonk chicka wow wow. She wasn't afraid to get in these conversations. I look up at her kind of like well this is weird my 60 something grandmother is talking about intercourse. Any hoot, I look at her and say, "Mee Ma, it's Easter, I don't think we are supposed to talk about sex. She looked us all square in the eye and said, "Honey even Jesus rose!" Stunned we all sat there and then burst into hysterical laughter. But that's my grandmother. So see, this is where I get it from. She's a total whackadoodle and probably heavy on the totties that day, but I love her. This is also a woman who used to say, "who has more fun than us? Rabbits!" That woman had passion in her pants I tell ya. Hence why she had 5 children..sorta Catholic get it.
Anyway, I will never forget that as long as I live. I tell that story often at this time of year. And honestly, I know what Easter means and feel it in my heart, but that is funny I don't care who you are!
So, I hope you make your own Easter fun and I want to share one of my favorite Easter pictures.
Ian circa 2006
Have a great weekend!