Collective Memories

I had never heard of this phrase,  but I like it--it means memories that are handed down from generation to generation--the ties that bind us.

Life changes--parents pass on, children grow up, and siblings create their own families, but love and "collective memories" keep our hearts warm and connected.

As I think of this Holy Week and Easter, I have memories of childhood; Daddy getting Page and I pink chicks from Glen's Fair Price Store(this store has been out of business for decades and dyed pink chicks are now illegal), Momma getting us frilly outfits for church, Momma and us singing "Up From the Grave He Arose" as she baked a lemon pound cake for Easter, dying Easter eggs , Momma's wonderful meals, and Momma staying up Easter Eve finishing up the crocheting of three shawls for each of her girls.  My Mother had a wonderful way of making each holiday special.

It makes me happy how Anni decorates for Easter like both of her Grandmas, Drew, Page, and I--the traditions continue.

This Easter, Dave, Anni, and I are traveling to Frederick to go to church with his Mom and have lunch with her.  We will have Easter supper with Page and Jimmy.  Worth will be in Williamsburg--Easter weekend is CAA tennis play offs for William and Mary.  However, his Easter Bunny surprise is in the mail and Anni's basket will be waiting for her Sunday morning.  Drew and his family will be in Annapolis, but in our hearts.

We may not be celebrating Easter all together in the same physical location, but in our hearts those "collective memories" and love bind us together.