Well, that went fast!

An update --- nothing really momentous going on.  ( Lengthy musings... )

It's somewhat of a legend in my Mom's family.  Her father died in the spring of 1952; actually, on Good Friday, and he was buried on the Monday after Easter.  It snowed that weekend, quite heavily, and so Mom always associates snow at Easter with that.  [It also gave her an abiding loathing for Easter lilies; that's all that anyone sent the family ( Read more... )