Irene, Jennie, Brook, David and Dad |
I never liked wearing dress-up shoes to church. Our church had carpet and if you drug your feet just a little, you'd get zapped good from static electricity. For a United Methodist Church - there was a lot of electricity in that place. It could've easily been a Pentecostal church with all the zapping power there. I'd never been in a church since that had that much static power. I was always accidently zapping myself because of Sunday shoes. The upside of it was, you could zap a pal who wasn't expecting it. Beware though, if you start a zap war, you're going to get paid back for the prank. Children at that age have not learned to turn the other cheek. Zap your neighbor and thou shalt be ZAPPED!
The boys usually wore white suits for Easter. The spring sun shinning down reflected off the lily white fabric made us look like snow white angels. The lens that captured the moment seemed to actually make us glow a little in the sunlight. That image carries well in a photograph, but it was nothing like real life. In real life, I liked getting grubby and dirty. I couldn't wait to get down on my knees in a ditch. The egg hunt on the grounds after church would ensure that I wasn't coming home lily white. I'd bring home grass stains on knees, elbows and pants bottom.
My sisters wore frilly white dresses, white hose, usually with a little white purse and usually donned in a little Easter bonnet. On Easter little girls were to look like little lacy dainty Victorian dolls. Don't let the cute fool you. If you attempt to zap a sister at church, she'd clobber you with her little lily white Easter purse.
My sister Irene. |
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