Easter

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I have never before watched the sun rise on Easter morning! Through the kitchen window, I saw the sky was getting lighter and went outside. Perfect timing!

Logan saw me on the front porch and came over to give me a huge Easter hug.

Marilynne and Vaughn drove us to church for breakfast. I had already filled my plate and eaten everything when I learned that Vaughn had baked biscuits, perhaps with sausage. I would love to have tasted that.

The church was comfortably full for the late service. I have been going to the early service on line and thought that was why I didn’t recognize many of the people. Later Marilynne said she didn’t know lots of them, either, and that’s the service they usually attend.

They dropped me off and came back to get me at 4:00 for Easter dinner at their house. What a feast we had! The turkey breast had been rubbed with herbs and homegrown garlic, flavoring the meat and making the gravy the best I’ve ever had. There were bowls of broccoli, asparagus, and Hollandaise sauce, as well as a potato casserole. Everything was perfect. I used neighbor Connie’s recipe for grape salad to take, which has become a favorite at my house.

The sun was warm on the deck as we chatted. I loved seeing their small manicured lawn and garden beds. There was also a small stream at the far end, making this a perfect setting, in my opinion.

After a suitable interval, Vaughn made coffee, and Marilynne brought out my Lemon Rub Pie. They graciously agreed to pose for a quick photo. They had been dressed up for church and changed into casual clothes.

At the end of the day, I felt everything had been absolutely perfect. We had worshiped together and shared a gourmet meal, while conversation never lagged. They tell the best stories!

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Published by Anne Mehrling

I'm a retiree who loves to write about life in the mountains of North Carolina.

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  6. It sounds like a wonderful Easter. As a child we used to attend Easter sunrise services and it was always special. My, Logan looks so grown up. Isn’t it great to have wonderful neighbours. We were invited to our Irish neighbours for a perfect Easter dinner. There were three kinds of potatoes, all excellent.

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    1. When I was a child, Easter was just like any other Sunday. We would not have a family gathering.

      After John and his sisters married and had children, Easter began to grow and grow. When we moved to North Carolina, we had the family dinner at church to accommodate all the grandchildren and friends. There would be 25 to 30 of us! My assignment was a green vegetable which I could do ahead. It was relaxing time for me, having just played two of the largest services of the year. What wonderful times we had!

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      1. What wonderful memories. Easter was always very special growing up. We all ended up at Grandma’s place where we would enjoy a roasted ham dinner with all the trimmings. There would be a lot of us too, probably around 20 or more. I have many cousins, aunts and uncles. Grandma would often find someone with no place to go for Easter dinner and invite them along as well. Those were the days. xo

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  9. I was surprised you had not previously seen an Easter sunrise–I would have thought you one of those who always attended the sunrise service! There would frequently be a sunrise Easter service at our church when I was growing up. It sounds like a wonderful day from start to finish!

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    1. Our church on Long Island often had a sunrise service at the beach. I never went, because I was saving all my energy and brain power for playing the organ for the two big church services.

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        1. The two were chanted communion services where pastor and congregation sing back and forth to each other. During communion I improvised between verses of hymns so the music would last until everyone had gone to the altar and back. My back was to the congregation, so I had to judge everything looking in a mirror. As to that the hubbub in the choir loft where choir members had their children with them, and it was hard to concentrate. I am so glad I can’t do that any more.

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            1. You get used to the intensity, and that’s why I’m glad I don’t have to do it any more. The organist at my church is fantastic, so I can relax while worshiping. She doesn’t make mistakes, at least not ones that I hear.

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  13. That sounds like the perfect Easter. I miss going to the town where my parents grew up and retired. They had great parish lunches and suppers. It was worth the two hour drive there and back.

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  15. What a wonderful Easter. Our pastor said in church this morning that Easter is really fifty days long. I forget the explanation, but he said it, and I believe it. We should celebrate the resurrection for longer than just a day.

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