Cartoon of a guy staring at a huge Easter hat. The caption says, “Mike found Mrs. Healey’s Easter had hypnotizing.”
I like it when churches still celebrate Easter and spring with fashions. There’s nothing like a big, Easter hat to keep an individual entertained for hours. With the right hat, a youngster can imagine he is hacking his way through the Amazon.
A hat with the right bouquet can make you swear you see Peter Cottontail ready to hop right out of that arrangement!
One of my most memorable Easter memories was the day we found the missing Easter egg. The Easter that spring was a wet one. Mom decided we would have the Easter egg hunt in the house. She carefully hid her real, hard-boiled Easter eggs around the house. I was too old for the search, so I watched my little sisters scurry all over the house in search of the prizes.
About six months later, it was another cold, wet day. I was assigned the task to retrieve our collie dog from behind the couch so she could take care of outdoor business. As I reached back to retrieve the reluctant pooch, I felt something cold, yet hard. At first, I was relieved it wasn’t the open snout of our dog. Then I felt queasy. I found the last Easter egg.
Too bad I didn’t keep my mouth shut. It would have come in quite handy for the upcoming Halloween season.
I drew this for the CHOGnews e-newsletter.