We spent Easter weekend at the beach where Mama and Sister Tater live. It rains so much there even the tulips rust. Easter weekend was no different. It didn’t just rain, it rained enough to drown small animals. Then there was howling wind to add to the scene. Now I know why they set that vampire book, Twillight, on the Olympic Pennisula. Living in that weather long enough would drive me batty.
We went to early service with Mama and Sister Tater’s family. Shelby was the only one of our four kids who could join us. This is not exactly my vision for a Resurrection Sunday but that’s the thing about faith, isn’t it? Trusting even when the skies are gloomy.
Everyone got their groove on for the praise and worship. We filled up two rows of seats because, as pastor put it, our “big family.” What exactly does he mean by that? I asked Sister Tater.
Uncle Bubba, Sister Tater, and Tim.
Nephew Mannie and his wife, Nicole.
Nephew Gabe and cuz Shelby.
Me & Mama.
And Taylor, my neice.
And the lovely Shelby
And the ever-youthful Tim.
After church we all sat around the house, chatting until dinner was ready. I made the biscuits which I decided was what the Israelites ate — southern biscuits. Tracey made the ham. Tater made the turkey. We had pies, cakes, and shortcake. Within half-an-hour of eating Tater’s house looked like a scene from Jonestown…