
As I have written before one of my favorite memories was going to church outside, up high on a hill at dawn in the little village of Black Earth, WI, with my grandma, my Dad’s mom. There was a huge lit up cross and it was absolutely magical. I always had a wonderful religious experience during these services.
I look at Easter, of course, as a very special religious experience, but for me it is also the beginning of spring, then summer, and the anticipation of warm weather. .
My uncle was a real card and loved to create fun (so he thought). You see these hills was also farm land and cows grazed on some of them. He would love to pick up the dried cow pies and throw them at each of us. I don’t think he ever really hit us, but he thought this was great fun. He would laugh uncontrollably, and we would just think this was totally gross. I enjoyed just being outside in the spring, viewing the grass turning green, wild flowers blooming and feeling the wind in my hair and face. It left me feeling alive and happy. We would be gone for most of the afternoon and just being in nature and exploring with family was a fabulous memory for me.
Traditions are so important to me and these are really good memories.
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