Joey Z stopping by to wish all my Guys and Dolls and very Happy and Blessed Easter to you and your family. Easter the day to reflect upon the Good Lord, enjoy the children with their Easter egg hunts and candy filled baskets and all the good food and family around.
I recall some memories of my Easter Sundays and some of the Polish traditions my family kept. Holy Thursday you attended the evening Mass in remembrance of the Last Supper. On Good Friday when I served as an altar boy we had to maintain a one hour vigil in front of the altar and in the evening the Good Friday services and the kissing of the cross. On the Saturday before Easter there was the blessing of the food baskets every hour from morning till late afternoon. Come early Easter Sunday there was the Mass of the Resurrection at 6:00 a.m. Religion play a big part in Polish tradition of Easter and I’m proud I was a part of it.
Now for the food, Polish folk went crazy at Easter as I’m sure the Italians, Hungarians and other ethnic groups do. We had ham, hard boiled eggs, kielbasa, potato salad, cole slaw, pickles, beets, perogies, kruscIki and bobka’s. I remember my grandmother made a cheese similar in texture to a cottage cheese but firmer and in a round shape covered by cheese cloth. She also ordered from the local Polish store butter in the shape of a baby lamb. Some good memories except I better stop, I’m getting hungry.
HAPPY EASTER ONCE AGAIN AND HAVE A WONDER DAY.
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Our Polish Easter was indeed a true event, much more centered around "Babcia and Dizadek" on Cherry Street. With the "Irish" side, it was more of a quiet and reserved dinner later in the evening.
But over on Cherry Street it was the ham and "kolbas" and mounds of potato salad and of course the lamb of butter that held a banner or sorts on a stick?
The best part was the cousins, all of the kids getting together and running amok as Babcia would say "Acting like Wild Indians" and one of us usually got a good scuff or tear in that new sports coat or pant leg.
That was the big deal, wearing your new Easter "duds"; a journey that started up East State at Robert Hall and may (always), end up in the "BARGAIN BASEMENT", of Lits, Dunham's, Arnold Constable or Voorhees.
When I was 12 it was more like the Bataan Death March, because I knew it would end up in the "HUSKY" section. For those of you "normal" kids, "HUSKY" did not refer to the Alaskan sled dog; it simply meant that you were wider than you were tall; you were a "fat kid" and somehow through "The Grace of God" I was through that "phase" by the time 14 was "rolling" around.
Skip
Skip great post as usual, hoping your Easter was great, we went to Walmart and Lowe's now awaiting an Italian sausage with peppers and onions sandwich.
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