Every little girl in the South probably wore a bonnet at some point in her life. I honestly don't remember wearing this one, but the picture is proof. And besides...it's way too cute not to share with you.
Yes, I know....adorable.
In these Easter photos I've shared, you can see our yard, and some flowers in bloom. We had a beautiful yard, and lots of acres to roam. Mom and dad had a greenhouse/nursery for many years. So I'll share a memory that not too many people have the privilege to claim as their own.
We attended a small church in our little country town, and our family was an integral part in practically everything that took place. But at Easter time, we did something special. We hauled truck loads of plants/shrubs/rocks over to the church to create a garden tomb scene (John 19:41). This was a wonderful scene and it literally filled up the front of the sanctuary - leaving enough space for the pastor to preach from the pulpit. This was not simply done in an hour's time. I can remember working on it Friday evening and then much of the day on Saturday as well. Sometimes we had friends working with us, and even the pastor would help. It seemed like a lot of work just for one Sunday service. But I can say, it was beautiful. We had large rocks (that we moved from around mom's flower beds) that we used to make a tomb...and one large one to be the stone over the entrance. We had it moved to the side, of course, to show the tomb was empty. Mom even would fold up a white cloth to place inside to indicate the linen clothes left behind (John 20:5). The tomb was surrounded by various plants, many that were in bloom, and it truly was a "garden" within the sanctuary.
I don't remember the year that we started it...but it became a wonderful part of Easter. The congregation loved it - as did the pastor - and mom and dad enjoyed serving in this way. They willingly gave of their time and talents to give us a visual illustration of the true meaning of Easter.
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