I don't know why it comes to mind now, but i remember when I was in first grade, I went to a friend's house after school without asking...we were playing hotwheels, and of course I couldn't resist. Mom got freaked when I didn't make it home on time, and started driving all over looking for me. She got in an accident and broke her ankle. I always felt so horrible about her being on crutches because of that. And silly enough, I missed the car that was wrecked, too. Mom used to call her Gertrude...and old sixties Ford Falcon, two tone powder blue and white if I remember right. My grand parents had driven falcons since some time before I was born, and this one was like Nono & Noni's falcon that got totalled by a drunk when Mom brought Jeff home from the hospital right after he was born. I guess no matter if she got pissed at me at times, I never doubted where I stood with her. I'd remember that cast on her leg and know...

Funny, I can't seem to remember any specific Easter, just the way they were in general...

Just thinking of Mom this Easter weekend...remembering being little and we would go to Nono & Noni's house, and they would do the egg and basket hunt in the house and yard, how magic that was. Of course, we never really appreciated the new clothes then, but looking back I have an adult's eye to that somewhat now. I remember how I always wanted white chocolate Easter bunnies..and of course Lori & Jeff always wanted regular chocolate.