Would you believe!
This week is a Christian festival of sorts. Different days each. Beginning with Palm Sunday and ending tomorrow with Easter.
Today is Holy Saturday. Of all the days involved, the most mundane.
Christ died on the cross yesterday. He was buried in a tomb. Today He lies in the tomb. Tomorrow He rises.
I compare Holy Saturday to walking into a funeral parlor with no bodies in waiting. The place empty.
I had a client who was a funeral director. Occasionally, I would stop into his funeral parlor when I was in his end of town. Always a strange feeling when he had no body lying in wait.
Such is how a Catholic Church feels on Holy Saturday. Desolate.
The altar is stripped of everything. All crosses and other religious artifacts in the building covered with black cloth. Like no one lived there.
Tomorrow a different story. The Church’s world changes in 24 hours. The Church itself packed with worshipers. Everyone in a celebratory mood. High Mass a big deal. Processions, singing, the mass itself, etc. Flowers galore covering the altar.
During high school, I was an altar boy, choir singer, etc. Did it all. The Church was my life.
I can recall marching at the head of a long procession carrying a tall gold cross. I was attired in a fire engine red robe, white blouse of sorts. Starched collar with a big white bow. Singing with everyone in the procession Pange Lingua. I can recall the words even now.
He was risen. He was not dead.
Everyone dressed in those days. Men in suits, ladies in their finest dresses. Hats, too.
It was like the movie Easter Parade with Fred Astaire and Judy Garland. Though not as elegant in a small town like Utica.
This has turned into recollection morning. Not planned that way when I began.
Always an Easter egg hunt.
As my children grew, we had the hunt in the house on Easter. My then wife and I would hide the colored eggs all over the house. The kids would then go crazy looking for them.
Our 4 children became too old. No grandchildren yet. So we designated my parents to perform the search. It was as much fun as when the kids did it.
The folks tired with it after a couple of years. It was our turn. The wife and I. Everyone hooted as we searched. There was always a prize to the winner. So everyone who searched moved fast in order to win.
The meal was excellent. Dessert especially.
My mother and then wife made 2 special ones. Cassata and sausage pie.
Sausage pie easy to describe. A thick crust top and bottom with soft tasty sausage inside.
The cassata was the best. Ricotta the base. Filled with all kinds of tiny cut up fruits and chocolate. Three to four inches deep in a large round pan. Baked in the oven in a thick crust all around, under and on top.
It was the best! One problem. Heavy. One healthy portion stayed with you for a week.
The Easters of yesterday! Not the same today. Things change. From dressing, Church, the meal itself. Gone! Even the Easter egg hunt.
Lisa kept the egg hunt tradition up with Robert and Ally. Even Jake got involved. They did it in the back yard. No more, however. Robert and Ally feel they are too big for the egg hunt.
Lisa makes the cassata. Not the big one, though. Not with all the goodies cooked inside. She makes a simple vanilla one the size of an ordinary pie. Still good!
However I hope that once more before my time arrives, I will have the opportunity to indulge myself with the big fruity chocolate one.
I have some Trump bit stories to share. Why spoil the blog and Easter Sunday. There is always another day.