Easter Was FAR Different In My Youth

Easter was FAR different when I was a child. I'm not talking about the  worship part. That's very much the same, but the biggest difference to me is the dressing up part.

In St. Louis, where I grew up, the streets were filled with beautifully dressed folks on Easter morning. The little boys in little suits, little ties, and highly polished shoes ... the little girls in frilly white dresses and bonnets.

Bonnets! I loved the bonnets with the ribbons and such! Too bad we don't go the bonnet route anymore, even though some choose to put bonnets on babies, but that don't count.

♪In your Easter Bonnet, with all the frills upon it...♪♪

Remember that song? For years I sang that song, but I never knew what," you'll find that you're in the rotogravure, meant. 

We didn't have Google back then, and I was too proud to admit I didn't know the meaning of the word, although I was only 4 years old, so I made up possible meanings.

Rotogravure: A spinning grave? Thus, the term, "he'll be spinning in his grave!" (Hey! I was only 4)

Rotogravure: A spit that turns meat over an open fire. Like a rotisserie?

No! Here is the REAL definition!

ro·to·gra·vure

/ˌrōdəɡrəˈvyo͝or/

noun

1. a printing system using a rotary press with intaglio cylinders, typically running at high speed and used for long print runs of magazines and stamps.

   "we would love to find a sheet suitable for rotogravure that is not exorbitantly priced"

   • NORTH AMERICAN

     a sheet or magazine printed by rotogravure, especially the color magazine of a Sunday newspaper.

     plural noun: rotogravures

     "you could go to the races in it and get your picture in the rotogravure"

   

   
   

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   Seriously? I'm really not quite sure what it is, but I STILL sing it, because it sounds fancy!

   
   
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I lost track of what I was writing about. 

Easter finery, that's it, Easter finery! 

My dad hardly ever dressed up in a suit, but there he was, on Easter day, looking as snazzy as can be in his rarely worn suit, and, of course, smelling like old spice!

Pretty much the same story with my mom. She preferred wearing pants or shorts in the summer, and a dress was only for special occasions, and that was back in the June Cleaver days when lots of women wore dresses. 

The metamorphosis from mom to Myrna Loy was amazing! Making Easter morning a magical time of transformation and joy!

Speaking of Easter...yesterday I sang at the Easter service at church, but don't think I wrote this stuff about Easter as a ploy to have you watch the video of me singing "Holy Ground" to begin the Easter program. You all know me better than that...right?