Easter was always an important holiday in my family. Church followed by a big family dinner. We weren't a very big family. It was my mother, my grandmother, my sister, me, and always my Aunt Ruth (my Mom's sister) and her roommate. It is sometimes hard to believe that my sister and I were raised in the same family. Where I remember these warm and fuzzy holiday gatherings; she remembers them as these agonizingly boring Sundays that she was forced to tolerate.
