Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter Memories

I used to get black patent leather shoes every Easter. I wanted red stinking bad. But they were always black. A new Easter dress and shoes.
Every Easter we would go to my Uncle Bob's for dinner. But first there would be magnificent

Easter baskets courtesy of Mom.

I know now, that she spent time putting them together. I looked forward to finding them every year.

My cousin Nina and I one year in Uncle Bob's garage.

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