Council & Associates April 2019

Chronicles APRIL 2019 COUNCIL

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MY MAIN MEMORY OF THE EASTERS OF MY CHILDHOOD

AHigh-Pressure Holiday

I don’t even want to think about what it would take to get my son into a new suit for Easter church service. Luckily, I don’t have to. These days, a young man showing up to church in what I think of as his “Sunday best” would make him incredibly overdressed for the occasion. A freshly ironed button up and some slacks does the trick just fine. But it wasn’t that way when I was growing up — that’s for sure. My main memory of the Easters of my childhood was getting a new Easter outfit every year. “Being immaculate,” was the goal for the most important church service of the year. My brother and I would get brand new clothes and shoes for the big day, but that’s not the only preparation we had to undertake. I don’t know if anyone reading this grew up in a congregation like mine, but if so, you certainly have memories of the anxiety associated with Easter speeches. For those of you who didn’t, let me explain a little bit about this nerve-racking tradition. In my church, all of the children would give a short speech during Easter service. The idea was that your speech would be memorized and delivered to the congregation. I don’t ‘BEING IMMACULATE,’ WAS THE GOAL FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT CHURCH SERVICE OF THE YEAR.” WAS GETTING A NEW EASTER OUTFIT EVERY YEAR.

EASTER MEMORIES FROM ANOTHER ERA

know if this practice was designed to make us less scared of public speaking or turn us all into Hollywood-ready line-learners, but you can bet I studied my butt off before the time came to deliver my speech. I was not going to be one of the kids who flubbed her lines or had to resort to whipping out her index cards. I was going to know my lines cold and deliver them with confidence. Basically, my speech was going to be perfect. I can still remember a few disastrous performances, the kind that made you wince in sympathy for the child on stage. Let’s just hope my reviews were always positive! Of course, after Easter service we’d head over to my grandma’s house. Honey-baked ham was always on the menu, as well as my grandma’s cornbread dressing. Mostly, though, what I remember is how happy everyone was to be sharing the holiday together. Easter, during that time, was one of the marquee events of the entire year. It’s not quite that way today, though it’s still an important date on the calendar. As things have changed in our collective lives, the idea

of “Sunday best” has gone by the wayside. It would take more time and space than I have here to explain exactly why the Easters of my childhood are so different than the ones kids experience today. What’s important is that we still make time for loved ones on this special day — whether that means putting on a new dress and enormous hat or coming as you are.

–Lashonda Council- Rogers, Esq.

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