Happy Easter!!!
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When I was younger, Easter held a special place in my heart, especially growing up in the South. It wasn't just another holiday; it was a time when the world seemed to come alive again after the cold, long winter. The days grew longer, flowers bloomed, and there was a sense of excitement in the air. In the days leading up to Easter, there was always a buzz of activity around our house. My mom would start planning our outfits weeks in advance, making sure we had the perfect attire for Easter Sunday church service. Despite our financial struggles, she managed to find a way to get us new clothes, and she took great pride in dressing us up and showing us off.
On Easter morning, the excitement reached its peak. We'd wake up to find baskets filled with colorful eggs, chocolates, and other treats left by the "Easter Bunny." It was a tradition that added to the magic of the day. After church we would have Easter Egg Hunts were we eagerly searched for hidden eggs around the house and yard.
But Easter wasn't just about treats and new clothes; it was also a time for spiritual reflection and community. Growing up in the South, church played a central role in our Easter celebrations. Easter Sunday service was a grand affair, filled with hymns, prayers, and the retelling of the story of Jesus' resurrection.
I remember how the church would be adorned with flowers and decorations, symbolizing new life and rebirth. The atmosphere was electric as families and friends gathered to worship together. And after the service, there was always a big potluck dinner, where everyone brought their favorite dishes to share.
One of the highlights of Easter Sunday for me was the Easter speeches. In many African American churches, including the one I attended, it was a long-standing tradition for children to deliver short speeches or recite scriptures during the service. It was a way for us to express our faith and share our love for Jesus with the congregation.
Preparing for Easter speeches was a big deal. We would spend weeks practicing our lines and choosing the perfect outfit to wear. On Easter Sunday, we'd stand proudly in front of the church, reciting our speeches with confidence and joy.
Looking back, I realize that Easter was about more than just chocolate bunnies and new clothes. It was a time to come together as a community, to celebrate our faith, and to appreciate the beauty of new beginnings. And growing up in the South, surrounded by love, tradition, and the warmth of spring, made it all the more special.
As I've grown older, the traditions of Easter have taken on new meaning for me. It's a time to reflect on the sacrifice of Jesus, to renew my faith, and to be grateful for the blessings in my life. And no matter where life takes me, I'll always cherish the memories of those Easter Sundays spent with family, friends, and community in the heart of the South. Easter blessings to each and everyone of you.
Sophia Brewer (M.L.I.S.) is Collection Development and Serials Librarian, Grand Rapids Community College; Co-President of the Greater Grand Rapids History Council; member of the Grand Rapids Study Club and serves on the Grand Rapids Public Library, Board of Library Commissioners (Elected 2016-2021). She is a former Head of Programs, Grand Rapids Public Library and former Branch Manager, Madison Square Branch, Grand Rapids Public Library Congresswoman
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