Remember the *Easter* Lilies; OR not.

Does any flower scream Easter like the Lily?
Well, for me, there is none other.
As a child, going to church with Grandma I vividly remember the Easter lilies all lined up near the pulpit.
I remember reading through the church bulletin during the Easter service about WHO the lilies were for. They were all purchased in memoriam for someone.
I remember seeing that Grandma purchased one for my Grandpa after he died.
I would look towards the pulpit…wondering which one was ‘his’.
Years later, I would read that there was a lily placed in my Brother’s name.
And two Easters later, my Dad was added to the Easter Lilly collection.
Sadly, our family was filling up the lily section.
Cut to a few years ago when Grandma was still alive.
She could no longer get to church during the year, much less on Easter.
Easter morning, the coach and I with the girls loaded up our car and made the hour and forty minute trek to Grandma’s house to celebrate Easter.
I had the biggest whitest lily in the back of the car for Grandma.
When we arrived, she was happy to see us all. She was always happy to see us.
When I handed her the big ol’ white lily…she looked at it, she then looked at me.
I said: Isn’t it beautiful?
She said: Lilies’ always remind me of funerals. And they stink. I don’t care for them.
I should have known.
 great grandma[5]
That woman could not filter her thoughts whatsoever.
So now, whenever I see a lily…I remember HER.
And then my thoughts roam to stinky funerals; then back to her and her unfiltered funny as heck self.
Do you remember when she called me a PERVERT?  Gosh…what are the chances of anyone ever calling me that again?

Old stuff never {really} gets old.

My Grandma gave me these gorgeous wine glasses at my bridal shower in 1891.


Or maybe it was 1991. Who can remember anymore.

I opened them and thought: wow these are awfully fancy for my $4.00 bottle of white zinfandel.

They are delicate and  beautifully etched, with real gold on the *lipper* area.

They have survived all of our moves. {5} I have never used them, but they have a prominent spot in our china cabinet.IMG_6441

{sure wish I had cleaned the mirror prior to the photo}

The best part about these babies? My Grandma got them as a wedding gift from a family member…and they had already been in the family at THAT time.

Not sure exactly how old they are, but my G’ma already had them 50 years when she handed them down to me.

Someone actually captured a bit of this gift giving moment on video. I wish I could edit it somehow to share.

I love watching parts of that video ‘cause I can SEE and HEAR my grandma talking again. I miss hearing her voice so much.

And that is all I know.

Grandma always ended our phone conversations this way.  Cause, at the moment, that is all she knew.  Or possibly, she was tired of talking at this point.

*I made up the lipper area term, but it makes sense. Right?

Have a beautiful day, knowing whatever it is you know.

P.S. Something else I know:  the thought of white zinfandel gags me now. 

It’s a miracle we even survived.

My Brother and I certainly were not spoiled children; that is until Christmas came. Along with Santa, came my Grandparents {my Dad’s parents} they loaded up their car in Miami with as many games and toys as they could fit in their trunk and spent each Christmas with Mark and I.

I must have been around 4 here. G’ma is trying to help Mark and I find our way through the bazillion gifts; I am lost, confused, and beginning to go into shock.  It looks like 12 kids lived here.


{Please note the fire safety hazard: The brown electric heater in front of the fireplace loaded with paper and a bottle of whisky crap, and then the ashtray filled to high heaven on the coffee table. I’m certain there was a can of gas on the couch} 

Mark and I Christmas Eve {Suz 6?} {that is my G’pa in the background. I could bet you a million dollars he was playing solitaire and smoking cigarettes in one of those weird filter thingys}

Christmas Mark and Suz

Now, look at that tree above again. Is it just me or does it look like Helen Keller was in charge of the garland application?

Christmas morning. Mark has bed head, I look perfect. {I am holding my doll, Cindy.  Right now Cindy is in my hall closet wearing a one-shoulder nightgown and suffering from a severely bad haircut, thanks to my Brother. Pogo Stick anyone? Check out the typewriter on the floor, it had windows 5}

Christmas Mark and Suz 2

When I got older, there were fewer gifts. Heck, I was not even allowed to open this ONE gift without performing first. {I look traumatized, whose idea was this?}


{I am guessing this is a wrapped bottle of Jim Beam.  Thanks, Mom.}

My how times have changed. There is no smoking or electric heaters at our house, but my girls will each get a box of wine this year along with bedazzled/personalized shanks.

Ok, maybe it has not changed that much.