The Meaning Of Easter To Me

Today is April 5th, 2015. Easter Sunday. My wife is still sound asleep, and as I sit here I realize that there are no Children coming down the steps, no bacon & eggs cooking in the kitchen, No television on. I hear my neighbors kids next door, arguing about candy and that "Joey" opened up my basket and is eating my candy! No all that I have anymore is Facebook, Twitter, and God knows, sometimes visit my MySpace page to see if it still exists.

 I remember there was a time in my life when Easter was a special day. My Mom, Dad, and Sister would go to Sunday Mass at St. Cyril's in East Lansdowne, and I would check out the girls in their dresses, waiting for the Mass to be over. Afterwards, we would all go to the Fernwood Diner, where I could finally sink my teeth into Bacon. I didn't care that the Vietnam War was going on, the only news I heard about it was from Walter Cronkite and that "We" were bombing Hanoi. My Dad would always remind me about "The Big One", as in World War Two, where he served in the RAF.

No you see, back in the sixties and seventies Easter was to me a joyous time, a time of newness and renewal. I would silently pray to God and ask him to help my family, and to rejoice in Christ's ascension into Heaven.. Nowadays, Jesus and the resurrection have largely been taken out of Easter, replaced by absurd marketing gimmicks, crap that I've never seen before, designed to make parents buy them so their "Kids" are the first on the block to have them.

I never thought I' would be saying it, but damn I miss the good old days.


Cheers.