When I was a young girl, way back in the Fifties, I always has new clothes for Easter. I wore them on Easter Sunday whatever the weather. It can't always have been warm, but looking back I can't remember ever it being freezing cold. With the temperature struggling to stay above freezing this was not an Easter to be showing off new clothes, unless they were fleeces and thick jumpers. But with two woodburners doing there bit and lots of bodies to give off heat we kept warm and entertained.
On Saturday we celebrated the completion (almost) of the classroom. We had a bit of a party with games and prizes left over from Henry's birthday Do. I had planned for two games outside, and on Sunday we were not discouraged and wrapped up well. If you've ever been to a Strickley Party you will probably have played Fruit Bowls. This Easter we played a variant of the game - Egg Bowls. We all decorated hard boiled eggs and tried to get them nearest the "jack". Bumpy concrete and ovoid bowls made it a game of luck rather than skill. The other game, involving money and a bucket of cold water was a success despite the weather but we were glad to get back inside.
And finally, last night I was most chilled of all - relaxing in a huge bath of bubbles, drinking gin and eating an Easter Egg, with the setting sun pouring through the window. A fitting end to the holiday.
On Saturday we celebrated the completion (almost) of the classroom. We had a bit of a party with games and prizes left over from Henry's birthday Do. I had planned for two games outside, and on Sunday we were not discouraged and wrapped up well. If you've ever been to a Strickley Party you will probably have played Fruit Bowls. This Easter we played a variant of the game - Egg Bowls. We all decorated hard boiled eggs and tried to get them nearest the "jack". Bumpy concrete and ovoid bowls made it a game of luck rather than skill. The other game, involving money and a bucket of cold water was a success despite the weather but we were glad to get back inside.
And finally, last night I was most chilled of all - relaxing in a huge bath of bubbles, drinking gin and eating an Easter Egg, with the setting sun pouring through the window. A fitting end to the holiday.
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52 years ago, on Easter Monday, 3 April, it got very cold - and the following day there was snow.
How do I remember? Judith & I were married on the 3rd: and our's was the only flight out of Manchester Airport the next morning (en route to Paris).
So, Easter's not always warm.
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