With Easter just around the corner, my mind wanders back to
the days when little girls wore Easter bonnets, and white, cotton gloves were
standard accessories. My mother passed away when I was ten years old, but our
last Easter together was special. She made my adorable navy-blue suit with
white trim, and I had the cutest little white straw boater hat.
Now, anyone who really knows me, knows
that I am NOT a purse person. I spent too many years wearing a uniform and
carrying a man’s wallet in my back pocket.
However, when I saw this little bag (8
inches x 6 inches) at a yard sale, I had to buy it. Have never used it, never
will, but, it spoke to me of a gentler time.
I believe that is why I write historical,
not contemporary, romance. My stories are set in a time when honor was an
accepted way of life. When men like Samuel Hinton, hero of A Man With A Pure
Heart, truly lived tenants of the Bible, while protecting those weaker than
themselves.
Samuel
Hinton was raised to respect all life, so, thoughts of committing murder never
crossed his mind. Until the woman he
loved was taken prisoner by a mad man.
“What
is it, son? What’s happened, are you hurt?”
“Pa,
he has Kathleen. Can you saddle the roan while I grab a canteen of water?”
“Who,
son, who…oh dear Lord, not your killer?” Even as he asked, Garth was grabbing
the saddle and heading for the corral.
Samuel
was already halfway to the house, and by the time he got back Garth had the
roan saddled, with a lead rope secured to the pommel.
Samuel
grabbed the rope from his Pa’s hands, and then paused to face him. “Pa, I need
you to pray. Pray that Kathleen is alive. Then pray for me, Pa, cause I intend
to kill the man, in either case.”
Garth’s
heart filled with pain as he said, “Son, you bring that girl home, and you do
what you need to do, to make this right.”
Samuel
nodded, hung the canteen from his saddle, shoved a towel full of biscuits he’d
grabbed from the pantry into his saddlebag, mounted Zeus and rode off into the
darkness.
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Thanks for showing off your bag, Linda! I have something similar that I carried last summer. And do I remember Easter hats. Mom made our outfits and we got new shoes too.
Readers: did you have special outfits for special occasions like Easter?
6 comments:
There are so many photos of me in an Easter outfit from when I was growing up. I loved the hats, coats and gloves! Such a beautiful time. Today, we don't do that and I miss it. I was just trying to decide what to wear for Easter dinner. Can't think of much because I'm going to be driving for hours and then freezing!
I remember some Easters were cold and we couldn't show off our outfits Mom made. I bought a new dress just the other day, not even thinking about getting one specifically for Easter because when I did shop for one in the past, I never found a dress. Hugs, Melissa!
Melissa, I'm with you, I miss the dressing up part. Even more so, now that my kids are grown. Today's little girls seem to be much more "adult", and not so much into the old fashioned things like hats and gloves!
New Easter outfits were a big deal for my mother and me as I was growing up. In our small town, we often stood in the middle of the street to get good lighting for photos. I still think fondly of a couple of my dresses and little hats and purses. I understand about the purse you bought. It may be similar to my buying a few vintage handkerchief holders. They are beautiful and hark back. You write wonderful books that readers will enjoy— congrats on your success!
Your bad looks perfect for parading down the street in an Easter Parade!
Hi, Flossie! I love that you had pictures made in the middle of the street. We were stationed at the driveway and walkway at a corner. LOL Thanks for coming.
Hi, Angela! Do you have the perfect Easter bag?
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