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Easter is my favorite day of the year! We would eat with great gusto the hard boiled eggs we had painstakingly dyed the day before. Remembering the vinegar smell and the wire holder to dunk the eggs into the bowls of color.The Easter bunny would carefully hide each one in impossible places, a true challenge in direct competition with my sisters. In later years, my dad would hide money and then the claws(fingernails) would come out. This went on into college years when nei ... ghbors were left to wonder about "grown people attacking each other at our home. I don't ever remember plastic eggs full of candies, although I suppose we could have used L'eggs pantyhose eggs(do they still make those?). Yes, this was the only day that I could possibly be coerced into a dress, a bow, a spit curl. The Resurrection demands a finery the rest of the year does not! My favorite part of Easter Sunday is church of course, with all the sacrament and traditions that lead to this holiest day. The hymns! "He Lives"! "Christ the Lord is Risen Today"! Who among my sisters and friends can forget my mother's soaring soprano on "He Arose"? One year, Cindy and I were asked to participate in the "Easter Cantada" when we were in high school. That morning as we took our places in the choir loft and the director lifted her baton, we were both hit with a case of giggles. We started laughing so hard tears were streaming down our faces. When we opened our mouths to sing, we could not, so incapacitating was our hysterical mirth. I guess that's why they call it "Glee" club. My mom was behind us, no telling how it affected her parts! You know what, the choir director never said a thing. She forgave us! That's the beauty of the whole thing: imperfections and forgiveness. Church is where our Holy year begins and ends. Everyone is welcome. Happy Easter!! prom garments in white color

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