What we did on Easter when I was a little girl........

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Easter........When I was 8 years old, I remember getting all new clothes. I would get patten leather Mary Jane shoes, that I used to shine with Vaseline. (YUK) I wore little white lace cuffed socks and a new bonnet, it was never called a hat. LOL. And the fashionable pastel colored coat and dress. I was happening!!. I have film from that year, dancing and singing at a family gathering. Looking for all the world like a dork!Did you ever wonder why did you get new clothes for Spring and the 1st day of school? One was fun and the other was need. Spring colors and fall practical colors. Patten leather Vs buck skin. Silk and lace Vs cotton and wool. Flowers Vs note books. While most of us love the smell of spring, some of us still prefer the crispness of Fall. Well, anyway back to my thoughts....... We lived in Brooklyn, and did not have a car, (even though my father was a cab driver). So when we went visiting we would take public transportation. On the bus or railroad, we would travel to one of my father's sister's home. As I sat by the window, I would pass through different neighborhoods. High above the street, I would look into there homes and apartments. I could smell their cooking and hear their music. In Brooklyn, neighborhoods, were like small countries. They held people from different countries. Jewish, Irish, African American, German, Oriental, Italian and on and on. I would see how they were getting ready for the different holidays. All had different decorations and different ways of celebrating. Some were very different from my own. Their children had the same hope and dreams and the same fears and worries. They needed to set goals and ideals. There were living day to day. The family unit was very important to all of us. We worried about education and money. We laughed at Red Skelton and Martin & Lewis. We cried at the movies, Imitation of Life and TV shows, Queen for a Day. Our TV's were still in black and white, and we didn't have disposable camera's. We would gather around the radio and listen to great mystery show, our imagination went wild. We had Sunday dinners and Monday left overs. We waited for the street car, to go to the movies. And meet friends as went walked to church. Saturdays meant no homework, and Fridays meant we would eat fish. Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursday meant to early to bed and lots of homework. We all shared a common bond, Tradition. So what ever your tradition, Happy Holiday. Carolee Kaufold "may be reprinted with proper credit"