Easter Sunday 1989

Easter Sunday and such a wonderful day it's been for me. Let me share it with you. Remember Two George St? Well, Harry the host came in from skiing a couple of weeks ago, and decided to have a Easter Sunday morning meeting. I had been undecided about my plans for Easter, with Tommy being at Edgehill, and wanted to keep the day open to the care of the third step. The morning was just what you would have ordered. I took my time. Made a cornbread. Wanted to look my best too, so fussed on what I would wear. Tom arrived with two plants, one for Kim and one for me. Red tulips. The cornbread was not exactly one of my best, to tell the truth it didn't cook in the center, because I used the wrong pan. I cut out the center and filled it with cranberries. Sean called to say he would see us at the meeting, this is always a plus. Harry asked me to chair, this may not have been a plus for the family members that were also invited. Be that as it may, I was happy to do so. Gave me a chance to tell my story of why they do not use yeast in bread seven days before Easter. The absence of the symbol of yeast represents the absence of pride which stands in the way of our renewal in this season of rebirth. So the cornbread was Kosher. Tom and I crossed the street balancing the lose cranberry sauce. Rang the bell and once again was greeted at the top of the stairway by our host Harry and his girl Friday, Val with hugs and kisses. Followed by more hugs and kisses from the other invited guests. There were fresh tulips skewed all around, and in non-verbal language, they were whispering good morning . We, the guests, were a bunch of wild flowers ourselves, some so freshly cut, only the buds were showing. Every comment added to the fragrance in the room. Sean was looking for the bagel he was promised, so across the street went the two of us. Following was the rest of the family, looking like a mother leading her chick. We had our brunch of bagels and lox. Sean left with Tom and his ham and eggs. Kim, Peter, and I went in one car, so I could hear all about their California trip. We headed for Newport to visit Tommy. It was such a beautiful day, to be riding in the back seat of a car on Easter Sunday. I can't remember the last time I was in space like that. The visit was a smooth one, though I have been there before this visit was different, as each one of my children are. We kissed and hugged each other, then found a warm spot in the sun to sit. Kim as thoughtful as ever gave Tommy an Easter bunny,cream for his face, and jelly beans. I gave him a traveling clock which he wanted so he could be on time for gym. We spent some time exchanging our war stories. With Kim on one of his ears me on the other, with just suggestions of course.........He gave us permission to leave if we wanted to. So we all walked out together in harmony without ever once stepping too hard on each others toes. Thank you God.I ended up my day with a cup of tea at that alanon meeting I swore never to return to. For the joy of the day deserved no other settings than my presence after that black belt hurt my feelings.

Copyright; Ruth Mahoney Feb. 1989