No, I didn't take this photo. I suspect it is from 1956, in front of my grandmother Wolf's house in Peru, Indiana. This week my sister was reminiscing about Easter celebrations with our grandparents. Here we are with Easter baskets, although I notice my brother, Steve, doesn't have one. Next to him is my cousin Nancy, who shared the blond hair coloring of my brother and me. And next to me is my sister, Patsy, who is 2 years younger than me. And that's me on the right. Where did all that hair go? And why didn't I stick with bowties? Clearly my style! 

When we were children, we didn't know about the true reason for the Easter celebration. I thought it was all about jelly beans, chocolate, and new clothes. But we are no longer children. And as my sister said this week that although we can't be together nor worship with our congregations, it's all about Jesus. Christ is risen! Alleluia! Those kids have something to smile about, indeed!