Finding Faith (Part 5)

Finding Faith (Part 5)

My childhood Easters on Thatford Avenue were observed like all Sundays with the addition of flowery hats, lacy gloves and copious amounts of chocolate. We began with lunch at Grandma Leslie’s. (Let me back up- her Sunday lunches were NOT sandwiches. They were roasted chickens or pan fried veal or lamb chops with ladled juices onto an alp of mashed potatoes and vegetables anointed in butter). After home-made peach cobbler slabs, we were on the road ready for dinner at Grandma Rose’s. 

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