...and more memories of Easter on Conkle Hill. I seem to recall one Easter when Pretty had a litter of kittens Easter morning in the middle of the lilies...I remember wandering for eggs under the weeping willow...I recall hand-me-down dresses that we just loved...I remember going to mass in Kilmarnock with all the cousins...the kitchen table covered in what seemed like a million Easter baskets...I recall coloring eggs in the kitchen, and finding all those eggs that had double yokes...I can remember specific interactions with half of my cousins...and while I am at it, I remember Grandmom fixing breakfast...what wonderful memories I have of my own childhood...I hope my kids have equally good memories when they look back on their childhoods.
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