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Last Monday the television weather folks were predicting snow. Notice
when Ken Cook or David Chandley do that you can't get to a grocery
store fast enough for milk, bread and batteries. Temperatures are going
up and down this spring like the stock market. What's up? My little
girls Presley and Callie are hoping to participate in an egg hunt at
the house on Rhubarb Lane where I hide money in plastic eggs as well as
various Hershey and Cadburry treats and other sweets to help pay
for our dentist's Mercedes. Easter is becoming an increasingly
commercial holiday where you have to float a loan to get through it.
Chocolate bunnies and Peeps are also hits with the girls. I always
remembered Easter weekends as bright and sunny when I was a lad.
Remembering Easter Sundays of my childhood are some great memories. I
remember my first suit my mother bought me when I was in kindergarten.
It was a wool salt and pepper from Lipham's Department Store that made
me look like a miniature version of Barney Fife. It also came with a
matching clip on bow tie and itched if worn after April. Why is it you
don't see guys wearing bow times anymore. Seems like only television
lawyers wear=20 them these days. Another thing I have noticed about
lawyers in Atlanta is that the greater the felony charge the longer the
pony tail of the attorney. I met Bruce Harvey at a function and he has
more tattoos than Popeye and a pony tail that could make him an
honorary member of Metallica. Easter Sunday in Tallapoosa when I was a
kid was egg hunts and lots of treats. It also featured my grandmother
baking a sugar cured ham with pineapple rings and cloves on it. I
remember dyeing eggs with my mother's supervision and those pastel
colors and my mother coming in behind me with the 409 spray cleaner
fixing my messes. She also would try to hide the eggs where I
couldn't find them. In high school she hid them in my school books. She
knew I'd never look there. Going to a sunrise service at what is now
Rayford Robert's Park on Broad Street always was a good time for
fellowship with everyone back then. Easter Sunday was frilly yellow and
pink dresses for the little girls and slicked back Brylcream hair and a
coat and tie for the boys. It was Easter lillies, Jonquils and time
with the family. Reflecting back, it was a good and deeply meaningful
experience as Reverend S. T. Skaggs at Tallapoosa's First Baptist
Church explained the story of Easter and how I was washed of my sins
because of the price Jesus paid for me at Calvary. Think about just how
much that should mean in20these troubling times. Many people are loosing
hope because of the economy. People don't know where to turn. You hear
of people going off the deep end and killing folks at random because of
a job loss. It happened a week ago in Pittsburgh and had happened as
close as Geneva, Alabama a few weeks back. Right now I think that
prayer is the main factor that will fix the global crisis more than
economic stimulus programs and bail outs. We should all pray for our
nation, state, and city and the leadership at every level. We should
pray for our men and women in harm's way serving our country. I heard
of some bonehead study published in a magazine that America is turning
away from Christianity. I don't buy the study or the magazine.
Rhubarb Jones is a Tallapoosa native and a member of administrative
faculty at Kennesaw State University. Comments are welcome at
Rhubarbjones@aol.com or by writing P. O. Box 1001, Tallapoosa, Georgia
30176
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