Reflections for spring by our guest blogger and member of our advisory committee, Regina DePrima.
Well, Ladies…looks like Spring has sprung!
This long awaited time of year always fills my mind and heart with sweet childhood memories. I grew up on the city streets of Brooklyn where being outside during this time of the year was always a daily adventure as we passed the Candy Store, the Pizza Place, the Butcher and the Corner Bar. These were the landmarks that paved the way to our school and our church. Our backyards were small, grassy havens that separated the brownstone homes which were lined up one against the other, where endless rows of clean clothes hung on the lines that stretched from the windows across the yards. Even in the city, buds burst forth on the trees that lined the pavement blocks of cement, and we knew that Spring was in the air as windows flung open and the sound of children at play drowned out the cars passing by. Jump ropes hit the ground and cries of “Red Light, Green Light, 1-2-3” always brought boys and girls together. Throwing the pink Spaulding ball against the front stoop was a favorite pastime. The only interruption that brought play time to a halt was when one Mom after another shouted, “Dinner’s ready!”
Spring meant that Easter was just around the corner. It was always a time of great preparation. In a house of all girls (except for Dad) our biggest treat of the year was shopping for Easter hats, smocked dresses, patent leather shoes and little white gloves. We would wake up on Easter Sunday to find woven straw baskets filled with jelly beans, a chocolate bunny and on that rare occasion, real live chicks… to remind us that Jesus had risen. We searched for the brightly colored eggs that were hidden on window sills, under the sofa or behind the curtains. And after Mass, we couldn’t wait for our Aunts and Uncles, Cousins and Friends to arrive. We all gathered around my grandparents’ table. The children often sat in the kitchen and were more than happy to be together giggling, singing, telling stories and just being kids. There were no cell phones, video games or TV shows that vied for our attention. As I look back on those family times, I am certain that our Love was the glue that always turned Holidays into Holy Days.
Life, for most, may not be as simple as the childhood memories I hold in my heart. It’s true that times have changed in so many ways. But the Good News is that the Legacy of Love will always remain. We can look back at our family traditions or times in our lives that still bring us Joy just thinking about them. We can share them with our children and our grandchildren and give them a peek into our past.
What do you remember about your childhood days that bring joy to your heart?
Are there family traditions you hold on to… new ones you’ve added?
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