April 12, 2020

Easter During a Pandemic


My husband and I drove to the houses of the family members nearest us to wish them a happy Easter. We don't own any masks, so we made do with bandanas.

"You look like bank robbers," my son Shaggy Hair Boy said, laughing. "Is this a thing people do now?"

It feels very odd not to be making a big meal or having everyone over. Family members have been sending photos and putting them up on facebook, but it's not the same. We're all safe and healthy, though, so I'm thankful for that.

8 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

Who knew that having bank robbers turn up to your home was a good thing. A welcome thing.
Stay safe, stay well.

robin andrea said...

That's such a sweet photo. I hope next Easter we'll all be able to look back and think, "Wow, that was really such a crazy time. So glad it's over." Happy Easter!

Far Side of Fifty said...

Happy Easter!

Dr Michelle Frantom (aka Dr Grafix aka Munted Doll) said...

That's a really lovely thing to do.

~Lavender Dreamer~ said...

We are all getting used to wearing masks now! What a great idea you had! Stay healthy and safe this week!

Jeanie said...

Being healthy and happy and knowing those you love are too is better than any big gathering. It's a close call, but I'll take healthy and safe! I'm glad you did the signs -- that's very cool!

Kayni said...

Belated happy Easter! It's surreal for us too not having a big Easter dinner. It was just my husband, me and the furies, but we'll be alright.

Stay safe and stay well.

Roderick Robinson said...

Ah those celebratory Easter meals where the board really groans. Where the ratio of portions of food on the table to those sitting down to eat is in the 3:1 bracket. We left the USA in April 1972 and it seemed appropriate that on almost our last day in the country we were part of one of these festive gorging occasions. The tradition was that each family brings at least one dish to the event on the laughable pretext of ensuring the guests don't run out of food. Has it ever happened? Except the Brits, of course. Americans imagined all Brits to be poverty-striken and deserving of Biblical hospitality. My role was to act the Shakespearean Fool and I must say I have never enjoyed more receptive audiences. The fact that my accent, even after six years, was impenetrable and that I tended to use multisyllabic words mattered not a jot. Great hosts and great guests the Americans. Trump is not representative.