Happy Easter, Friends. I hope the sun shines a bit on you wherever you are.
My mother shared this beautiful photograph with me this morning when we gathered to do our ritual coloring of eggs. I had never seen this image before, but I instantly warmed to its rural charms—the straw stack, the hedge, the girls holding hands. I imagine the sounds of chickens clucking nearby, perhaps a purring cat.
My mother Virginia Glass is on the left with her cousin Margie Nolt. It is 1946 and my mother is 6 years old.
“If it is not Easter I’m at least wearing my Easter dress,”my mother recalls. “The flowers and the straw stack suggest it might have been summer – this is at our Glass grandparents’ place – the photo has 1946 written on the back. My dress was rose rayon crepe with white birds in the print design.”
Another story related to my mother’s childhood can be found here.