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Easter Sunday

I just finished a long post on Easter Sunday and it’s disappeared into the ether.

So here’s a truncated version. I hate WordPress at times.

Today it’s Easter Sunday and I went to church.

This is a usual habit for many of you, but not for me. It is about 18 years since I have been to church for other than a wedding or a funeral.

At lunch yesterday a friend told me they were decorating the Cross at her church. I had never heard of this although I am told is quite common around the world. So I accompanied her this morning.

I was brought up in the High Church of England. Services were solemn affairs, churches were quiet areas and children were taken out to Sunday school or the crib shortly after the service started. But not today. This was a cheerful gathering of a wide age group. Many had white hair, and fathers and mothers were with their small children, teenagers and University students, all chatting and mingling.

Today’s service was not held in the beautiful old brick church because it has been deemed an earthquake risk.but in the adjacent hall.

The service was conducted by a very enthusiastic Priest/Minister. He knew everybody by name and was obviously very popular. There was much singing led by a young woman, accompanied by a pianist and three guitar players. I was pleased to note that the hymns were the traditional ones with which I had grown up.

The words of the hymns were projected onto a screen so there was no need for the hymnals which were very much in attendance when we were growing up. And no Prayer Books in sight!

Many parishioners had taken flowers with which to decorate the Cross. When we arrived the Cross was covered with wire and it was in the wire that all the parishioners put flowers and greenery – even the toddlers were given flowers.

The giving and taking of the Host was different too. The Priest broke what I assumed were wafers of unleavened bread into a bowl and poured the wine into another. He blessed each individual, gave them a piece of the wafer and they then dipped the wafer into the wine. Even as a young woman and well before Covid, I always felt that all those people drinking from a chalice was unhealthy.

The sermon was a continuation of a theme on which they had been dwelling for the past six weeks. It was quite long but interesting to this unbeliever.

And after the service coffee and tea were served. One woman offered lunch to anyone that wanted to come to her house. And there was to be baptism in the afternoon. So it is obviously, a very interactional church.

I say that I am open to new experiences. This certainly was one. I will not go back to that church, but over the next few months, I will explore other churches and synagogues in the region.


Easter Sunday

“The day that the rains came down
Mother Earth smiled again
Now the lilacs could bloom
Now the fields could grow greener”
Sung by Jane Morgan, American Sognstress

It has been a very unusual summer for those of us who live in Wellington.  Long,  hot sunny days with no rain.  In fact, it has been about 7 weeks since we had even a light drizzle.  But today was different.

Easter Sunday and the rain came down.  Good news for farmers and horticulturists; bad news for holiday makers.  It rained very heavily for a couple of hours and then passed, but I am sure we are all delighted to have had some rain today.

Easter Sunday is a strange day here in New Zealand.  The streets today were pretty much deserted.  Parking was freely available in the CBD (and yes as it is a Public Holiday parking is free). Trading laws allow some shops/retailers to open but not others.  Why we ask can dairies. pharmacies. Real Estate agencies. restaurants, takeaway bars and cafes and service stations trade but supermarkets, bakers and most other retailers have to close.  There are of course loud cries from retailers to amend these laws but as we have been hearing this for years, we don’t expect there to be any major changes in the near future.

But between the rain and the ludicrous trading laws here in NZ we found we had three very well attended Open Homes today.  So there is a bright side to this.

While I was at the Open Homes the beautiful Miss Bella stayed with a friend.  He really loves her almost as much as he loved Miss Lotte.  Apparently she takes some time to settle down when I leave her and when I return she is like a little wound up clockwork toy.  The excitement has to be seen to be believed.  I am amazed at how very quickly she has bonded with me.

And now as I type this she is fast asleep on the bed in the spare room.  I think she considers this her bed and I wonder how she will react when No 1 grandson comes to stay next week.

And please do take extra care on the roads this Easter wherever you are travelling to.  Last year we had a zero death road toll, but it’s not so good this year.  At 7.30 am today the road toll was 3 and the holiday period lasts until 6am on Tuesday 2 April.  Let’s hope the toll doesn’t increase.

The Easter Parade

When I was growing up in London all those years ago, Easter was an important time in our calendar.  We, three girls, went to church to celebrate but of course, Mother, who was Jewish, didn’t accompany us.  Friday service was always very solemn and left us in a solemn mood for the day.

But we all looked forward to the Easter Parade on Easter Sunday.  Even as far back as the middle ages, many cultures would strut their new finery on their way to church or visiting friends on this Sunday.  A more spiritual slant is this ritual represents the procession that followed Christ carrying the cross.

Hyde Park, London

Whatever your beliefs, as we were growing up we would go to Hyde Park in London and watch ‘the gentry’ perambulating and  showing off their finery and as three young girls we were very excited at the spectacle.  Of course, we always had new clothes for Easter and thought we were also quite grand.

And each year there was the excitement of The Easter Parade at Collins Music Hall very close to where we lived.  The Music Hall would have a line up of top acts for Easter.  Unfortunately, we were considered too young by our parents to go to this show advertised in 1950.

Easter Parade Poster

Bill advertising ‘Easter Parade’ at Collins’ Music Hall in April 1950. arthurloyd.co.uk

Now Lotte and I are going to be away for Easter and so I ask that you forgive me if I don’t read and respond to your blog posts for the next few days. So enjoy your weekend as you choose.



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