Easter Sunday we went to my Aunt Betty's house (my Mom's sister).
Most of my memories of Easter dinners and egg hunts are at Aunt Betty's house.
I'm positive there's never been an Easter Sunday in my lifetime that my Aunt Betty didn't cook and have people over.
Here's a picture of me in Aunt Betty's yard, on Easter, when I was one. That's my cousin Rhonda in the red shirt...
Now here I am at Aunt Betty's, on Easter, at age two...(on the left)...
Here's a group shot of some of my cousins and me, same day...Easter 1972.
Now, flash forward 41 years, here's Uncle John, still taking pictures on Easter by the same trees, just as he took the pictures above.
My sister is on the far right in the picture above and on the far left in the picture below. I love that girl.
Now there's are houses across the street. Now the kids are his great grandbabies and my cousins are grandmothers!! Weird!
Remember my cousin in the red shirt at the top of this post? This is her grandbaby! Time flies.
Caroline loves her baby cousins and loves going to Aunt Betty's house on Sundays, just as I did.
Here I am eating one and holding another. You can see the plastic wrap around the one in my left hand.
I'm so glad I have this, even though my eyes are closed.
My entire childhood is on slides. I don't remember if I have other Easters in pictures or not.
After a few years of taking great pictures, my Dad picked up another hobby...golf. We didn't have many pictures after that.
Today I'm thankful for pictures, family, holidays and things that never change.