Daily Notes and a Very very Happy Easter to all of you!!! Sun is shining here in Maine.

 The art is sitting up on bricks.   I wanted something Bright for the Holiday photo.  This is BRIGHT.

I picked a very very sad book for this week.  Always, In December.  Just typing this has the tears running. I'm going to set it aside.  Unfinished.  Emily Stone is the author.  I am stopping because I can barely start thinking of the characters and plot and tears are running down my face and eyes are swamped. I had to just stop to wipe the snot off my face.  So...reading is impossible.  And it's well written. so.. British.

I might cleanse myself with another reading of Agnes and the Hitman.

Easter.  The Sun is Shining.  There are no wax designed Ukrainian Easter Eggs.  I grew up with them on the Easter Table-we made them the night before and continued making them in our new house far from my grandparents.  With the golden braided egg bread, the sliced ham, the beet horseradish. And the Easter Baskets hidden in the Attic.  My Grandmother's doing.  Once we moved to our own home (far away)- we never had Easter like that again. But we decorated the eggs. Adding wax with each new color.

We also had Potato Pancakes.  I was in charge of frying them.  That must have been something my Mother's family did.  We didn't take the basket of bread, ham and eggs to church to be blessed. Most of the new neighborhood did. 

One April, in Germany, I made little baskets with wood shavings as the nesting stuff.  I blew out the egg from brown German eggs and then drew designs on the clean , washed shell with a black pen and filled in the design with white ink and lots of black ink and left brown spaces.  I put the baskets- three I think- each with three eggs- on the Raffle Table.  We had a Raffle each Women's Club of the Taunus luncheon.  Those simple little baskets were the first items taken.  I have a few eggs left.  

It's hard to remember the woman I was back then...The best edition of Me.....and also the most damaged. I had to dig myself out of depression and sleeping 20 of the 24 hours in each day. No meds.  Just GRIT.