Happy Easter! It’s all about bunnies and blessings today.

04-05-15

“Hoppy Easter”

Artwork by Maggie Rust

No hopping down the bunny trail for this gal today.  Rain showers put the kibosh on this morning’s walk, so, instead I stayed curled up, content as a cat, under the covers and listened to the news of the day on my headphones.  I was so comfortable that I hated to get up, so I ditched the headphones and dived deeper under the covers.  The furnace kicked on warming the house and soon I was fast asleep again.  I love lazy mornings – they are a treat for me.  While I sipped a frothy cup of cappuccino  later, I let today’s blog percolate in my brain while I enjoyed my steaming brew.  I heard rain droplets hitting the windows and pinging the metal blinds, and though I missed my walk, it felt good to be sitting on the inside looking out.

You might recall my post this past January 28th where I reconnected with a classmate, Maggie Rust, after stumbling upon a Facebook page about our grade school.  I wrote at length about renewing our childhood ties, some fifty years later, and I posted a picture of our kindergarten class, where it turned out Maggie and I were standing next to one another in that long-ago photograph.   (https://lindaschaubblog.net/2015/01/28/on-this-cold-january-day-i-took-a-stroll/)

Well, Maggie and I have kept in touch, and I discovered she is an accomplished artist.  She has two websites – one of her own, and a “Craftsy” site where she posts her completed and in-progress paintings and drawings.  They are all beautiful and so I asked Maggie if I could share them in my blog posts sometimes.  This was one of my favorites, so today’s post features a drawing Maggie done in water soluble wax crayons for a neighbor who was having a baby.  She entitled it “Hoppy Easter”.

Besides the fun and frivolity that surrounds this Easter day it is also a holy time as well.  Though I don’t attend church on a regular basis anymore, I still go into a nearby Catholic church to light candles.  I was christened, but never made my First Communion nor was I confirmed.  In fact, I had a rather unusual upbringing insofar as attending church.  My parents, both Catholics, never attended church services when they were adults.  My father said he got up early six days a week for work and wanted a morning to sleep in; my mom did not drive and there were no churches close to our home in Canada.    My parents wanted me to go to church services, so I attended Sunday School with my friends.  In Canada I went to a Presbyterian church and when we moved to the States, I attended a Baptist church for many years.  Whenever we went to Toronto, my grandmother and I would walk up to the top of the street to attend the one English-speaking service at St. Helen’s Catholic church.

I guess when it comes right down to it, it does not really matter in what church pew you occupy and are present and accounted for, or, if you are only there in spirit and have devotion from afar, for that is between you and God.

Many Easter and Passover blessings one and all.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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2 Responses to Happy Easter! It’s all about bunnies and blessings today.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Your friend is truly an artist. I am a Christian. I received most all the sacraments I was entitled to. At that time I went to church seven days a week until I graduated. Now I find God at the river in meditation. Not in a church.

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    • lindasschaub says:

      I really liked that Easter picture and there are several bird and animal pictures as well. I told her that Easter picture was sweet and the animal pictures are very realistic. She has a work-in-progress picture on her “Craftsy” website – it is a pair of owls, one has a whole mouse in its mouth. She posts the pictures while working on them, even before finished … I guess from scanning them in. Wow – seven days a week for church for you. Was this at St. Joseph in Wyandotte or were you with a different parish then? My mother said the same thing – you can say prayers at home as well … you do not have to be there in church personally. My grandmother never missed church at St. Helen’s from the time she moved to St. Clarens Avenue right after getting married. She lived at the end of the block then moved up closer to the main drag years later after my mom was older. St. Helen’s was a huge church – took up an entire city block and had a school associated with it in the next block. My mom went to the school. But my grandmother never missed church. She went there every Sunday and then a lot of Italians moved to the neighborhood and instead of having three English-speaking masses every Sunday, they had 2 and one Italian. Then a lot of Portuguese people moved to the neighborhood so 1 service for them, 1 for Italians and only one English-speaking….it was at 8:00 a.m. When she got older she could make it up the hill – St. Clarens was a steep street. My grandmother would sit on her front porch and watch the people walk up the street to church and they’d be in shorts or casual wear and she would get very angry watching them. The parish kind of abandoned its English-speaking parishioners and it angered my grandmother when one by one, the people she knew from church would die and they wouldn’t ring the big church bell. She always would read the obituary notices and listen for the bell. So when my grandmother died, her funeral service was held there. My aunt went down and took money and said “ring the damn bell for my mother – she will know if you do it” … 🙂 Here is a picture of the church – I was looking for it today to see if it was still there. The reason I wondered was because the whole neighborhood where my grandmother lived … all the houses were attached and they were quite old. Someone came along and bought up some of the houses and painted them all the same color and turned them into apartments. I had done a Google map and found that out awhile ago and mentioned it to the driver that I went to immigration bureau with – his daughter lives in Toronto and he/wife go there all the time. He said they have torn down a lot of buildings in the west end (where my grandmother lived). I see from the story that the church is 105 years old. http://rickmcginnis.com/toronto/sthelens1.htm

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