SO today's Easter.

.........sure doesn't seem like it.

From my earliest memories, Easter meant waking up to look for eggs the bunny hid inside the house.  Then church.  Then, in the afternoon, it was off to my grandparents.  Pap loved Easter.  He'd paint an egg for grandchild (I'm the oldest of seven).  One year, mine was all purple, another year it had a Superman on it, and another time it had a lil black dog (like the one we had at home at the time).  

Also, he'd hide eggs.  When we were little, he'd hide ten plastic eggs per kid, with ten pennies inside (it was the 70s, don't judge).   As we got older, into our teens, we hunted one plastic egg, hid in places harder to find, and with a dollar inside, even as the younger kids still hunted their ten penny eggs.  Because my youngest cousin was 14 years younger then me, I actually hunted an egg until I was 30 years old.

After Pap got sick, and in a year died, we no longer did the egg hunt, but we still went out there and had a meal.  Until grandma sold the house.

Then we went a few years to eat at restaurants.  But as the cousins married, had kids, moved away and had their own kids and traditions, we stopped getting together on Easters.  I'd just go to mom's and we'd have her home cooked ham, sweet potatoes, corn, mashed potatoes, maybe peas, homemade bread and pie for dessert.  Even when she moved out to the cottage we'd still do this, and each year she'd invite a few people, her siblings or someone else from the village out there, and we'd have about 3-6 people for the Easter meal.

Also, every year for the last 20 or more, since Pap died, I've decorated a hard boiled egg and taken it down and placed it on his gravestone.  Just because I remember how much he loved Easter.

But with COVID-19 and the quarantine, today I had Easter meal here at my place.  And I didn't make any hard boiled eggs, nor leave the house to go to the cemetery.  But eh, what can you do in times like these?

Pork chops, bag of steamed corn and buttered bread (all heated up in the microwave [separately]).  Not a normal Easter meal, but it'll do.

POLT