As a child Easter meant purple to me – Cadbury’s chocolate and church decorations. We used to decorate twigs with special decorations that mum had collected when we’d lived in Germany. We boiled up hens eggs with coloured dye and spent hours adding painted patterns. Then on Easter Sunday we searched the garden for hidden chocolate eggs before being trooped off to church. I passed these traditions on to my children.
Easter also reminds me of a shopping trip with my mum . We went to one of her favourite shopping outlets but she didn’t remember where anything was, wanted to buy bizarre things and she kept wandering off. It was like shopping with a child. Not long afterwards she was diagnosed with a form of vascular dementia. We never went shopping again.
Looking over both posts I think what I had in mind was to preserve family memories for myself and my children because one day I might not be able to remember them myself.