Here I go again, pining away for another Easter

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19. Thank you so much for sharing these memories, bigtree.

Your prose is so vivid I almost felt as though I were there meeting your family and friends. You were such a cutie as a child, and I love your mother's white gloves. You reminded me of so many of my own childhood Easters - the covered dish suppers at church on special occasions, and the unbelievably delicious Sunday lunch buffet we used to go to in town. My mother was a great cook, but these buffets were where we found all the amazing foods she didn't try to replicate but I so loved: cornbread dressing drenched in peppery white gravy thick with boiled egg bits and shredded chicken, the amazing butter beans that didn't quite taste the same at home, and the turnip greens I've never properly mastered either. So good! I remember my sister and I in matching Easter dresses with special hair ribbons and bobby pin curls, the little white hand gloves and white patent leather shoes with side buckles, and the neighborhood egg hunts and baskets full of jelly beans and chocolates. Thank you for a lovely trip down memory lane.