Michelle Brown-Hollin, who worked for me as a student, sent me this picture today on FB. She said that she used to go down by the creek when she lived in Southern Illinois and gather a big bouquet of jonquils. Now that she lives in Arizona, she pays $6 a stem but it is worth it. It signals that Spring is on its way. It signals that it is time for Easter.
Today is Good Friday. What does that cause me to remember?
Sure, Easter eggs and outfits for my three children and eating out.
But more than that.
It causes me to remember all those years at the three hour service at the Methodist Church when Daddy preached one half hour and I usually sang because Mrs. Moffat Latimer did the music. I remember one song our trio did, "Life is good for God contrives it." People flocked in. One time, when Bill Stacy and I had just started dating, he knew that John Dever would be meeting me at the church so he came home with me and then left for Jeff City. That did it! John got mad at me and we broke up.
It caused me to think of Daddy taking us to Ragsdale's to buy new patent leather shoes. Strange, Mama never went with us on these shopping trips so it was Daddy and Frances Atteberry who made the choices. But Mama would never let us eat the eggs she dyed for eggs. Contamination might be present from the dye.
At one of these Good Friday services, Anna Marie Duff, Shirley Hess and I were singing in a trio and Anna Marie, who was always clumsy, knocked the flowers off the railing and the water went all over the Nazarene preacher, who knocked the water off of himself and announced that he was preaching the word, "I thirst." We will all remember that day forever. It will live in the annuls of history, especially for Anna Marie and me who could never keep a straight face.
Happy Good Friday!
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