Get A Life: Every day is a special occasion
This past Sunday millions of people celebrated Easter. I went out to dinner with my partners’ family rather than cook at home. Years ago I would not have even entertained the thought of not preparing a sumptuous meal with hordes of family in attendance. In fact that was par for the course for every holiday. But things change, and in particular my energy level. Having a knee and shoulder replacement this past year has put a damper on my desire to entertain.
More importantly the individuals who were so much a part of my past Easter memories are gone and their presence is sorely missed. Yes, new generations take their place, but I still feel a great deal of nostalgia for “what was” so much of my Easter past.
My earliest memories are of the preparations that were so intrinsic to creating what my grandmother and grandfather, Francesca and Lorenzo felt was the ultimate experience. Attending Mass was a given, but I must admit when I was a young girl my excitement revolved around getting my Easter outfit.
My mother and I would start looking months in advance. Our first purchase had to be the dress. That would set the tone for the hat and the shoes. Our go to store was Macy’s in New York. My mother would prod me to try on a plethora of dresses, but I knew in the end she would have the last word. I think of how modest the dresses were. They were usually frilly and almost always had a sash. No spandex tops, short little skirts or even the smallest heels. You knew you were looking at a little girl not a miniature of an adult.
The hat was the next in line, and I usually ended up with a straw hat with some flowers around the band with a bow whose ends trailed down my back. Hats were big back then and you could not go into church without one.
What I really looked forward to most of all was shopping for my patent leather shoes. I yearned to wear them immediately, but my mother said I had to wait till Easter morning, because they were only for special occasions. They sat under my bed baiting me to put them but I heeded my mother’s warnings.
Finally Easter morning arrived and I was in my outfit as soon as the sun came up. I was so excited to show everyone how I looked. Unfortunately, since we had bought my shoes months earlier they were too tight. I ended up wearing shoes “that didn’t match.” However, herein lies the lesson. Never wait for a “special occasion to wear something you deem too good. Every day is a special occasion!
Author, humorist, PBS star and Fortune 500 trainer Loretta LaRoche lives in Plymouth, Mass. To share your pet peeves, questions or comments, write to The Humor Potential, 50 Court St., Plymouth, MA 02360. Visit her website at www.stressed.com.