Back before fake Easter eggs came in plastic with every color of the rainbow, filled with gumdrops and Cadbury chocolates wrapped in designer tin foil; there lived in my world kids with real problems. Problems that started weeks prior to the Sunday that was spent at church hearing the story about the crucifixion and resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
Starting in early March, plans were being carried out for this great day by Mama and her Singer sewing machine. She sat foot peddling that miracle of every household filled with little girls needing new Easter dresses. Bowabs...
