However you choose to entertain the Easter Bunny, may you have a fabulous egg huntin’ kind of day.
Vintage postcard image from the Wackystuff Flickr photostream. It’s chock full of awesome images.
Literal translation from Estonian: “Happy Resurrection Holiday” or…Happy Easter
I dunno, never liked Easter once the bunny stopped coming. Just another Sunday. Had to go to church and finish up homework for Monday.
Yeah, other than biting the ears off a dark chocolate bunny, I don’t celebrate Easter much either.
Chiquitita,
Voila! http://youtu.be/Eit7dg3iT-w
Remember this ? http://youtu.be/LOKAhuRH1vc
This is my memory of church. All dressed up singing Easter songs.
http://youtu.be/WuLh7p-jx4Q
Then go home, eat some easter eggs. My dad drank beer.
Regards,
El Viejo
p.s. Tip a Corona for me.
Ephraim – My mom tends to prefer to belt out “Jesus Christ is ris’n today, haaalelujah” – -THe in excelus deo really got her going.
Thanks for the easter tunes.
Eggs and beer? That’s a storm raging inside of you for sure! lol!
Chiquitita,
I meant to post this !
http://youtu.be/I3vH_d2PHoA
Happy easter,
El Viejo
Cute kids. Any of them related to you?
Chiquitita,
No, I don’t know any of those beautiful kids.
No wonder I like coming back to your site. You should have seen me composing my comment. I went to youtube looking for Easter songs in Spanish. There are very few. But just listening to all those beautiful hymns, even in English, stimulated so many memories that I started crying. I spent the next hour listening to Easter music and just letting my memories wash over me.
For instance, when I and my friend Ray were engineering students in our senior year after class hours at UNM we would drive to Michael’s bar on Menaul. There we would have a beer and a boiled egg while we did our homework at one of Michael’s booths. Michael had set up our booth with extra lights so we could see better. So, for a buck each we got to eat lunch, do our homework and participate in the ambiance of Michael’s bar.
Hog heaven!
Thanks,
El Viejo Llorón
I was making a delivery at a big retail store on Good Friday and the store manager asked me if I knew why the Easter Bunny hides his eggs? I said “No.” (I really didn’t.) He said it’s so know one knows he’s been messing around with a chicken.
I laughed, drove away, and in my rear view mirror saw him standing there, with a big smile on his face, in the middle of the busy intersection of Christianity, Paganism and Capitalism.