I was rummaging through the old trunk the other day and came upon an old Easter Bonnet that I had when I was a wee one – wee being in years not size, well not that I’m not wee there too, well maybe not that wee but at least a wee cut above.

Easter is fast approaching and this year I have decided to take Clem and myself to church which could be quite a chore folks as Clem is stubborn about getting in to his churchin duds.  The last time I saw that man in a suit was when I used him for cut-outs.  I cut out his picture and pasted a nice looking suit I found in an advertisement, just to see what he would look like. A gal can dream can’t she?

He says he has a suit and if he could be there to control it, he would see to it that it wasn’t on him when he croaked; he wants to go to heaven in his coveralls and that way everyone will know him. He is sure they will pass him by if he arrives in a suit.

I asked him what made him so sure he was on his way up and not going down when he passed on.  He said he has always followed the golden rule “do unto others as you would have them do unto you”.  So when the town drunk Archie Baldwin landed on the farm and tried to ride our pet cow Croaker, why Clem offered him a gallon of his freshly-made corn whiskey.
I asked Clem why the heck he did that and he said why if he (Clem) was such a fool as to land on someone else’s property doing some fool thing, why he hoped he could get some free whiskey too.

“What goes around, comes around,” he reminded me with a twinkle in his eye. “Do a good deed for someone and it expands ten-fold.  I just don’t know if I have enough contain
ers to receive it.”

I am re-thinking this thing about dragging him off to church.  I just know it will be a huge fight to get him into nice clothes, and to coax him into getting a haircut.  He just hates getting his hair cut and I am not going with his hair in a pony tail.  I noticed the other day that the hair in his ears and nose will soon be matching the length of his grey locks.

Sometimes I look at old pictures of that hunk of a man of mine and look at more modern pictures and soon realize that the hunk has sunk.  I am now wondering if what goes around comes around, he will do the same with me.

I am now picturing the most beautiful, muscular man with black wavy hair, a huge smile plastered on his face, and crystal-blue eyes looking at me adoringly, walking me into church on Easter Sunday. Do you think that would do it?

I will have to explore this more and report back to you; meanwhile, watch for me coming through your church door with the best looking guy there. Happy Easter. Klara

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