The Snow vs the Easter Bonnet

I remember when watching the snow drift on the north side of the hill across from our farm shrink to nothing meant I would be able to wear my whole new Easter outfit to church on Easter morning. If my mom saw snow ANYWHERE it meant winter clothes
(leggings and all) till it was gone. That woman was obsessed with keeping us
warm. I'd sit on the porch and pray my heart out for God to melt that darn
snow. It was always a close call, but I always got to wear my new duds.

Isn't He a great God? Maybe He was teaching me even in that, to turn to Him
for all my needs. I didn't get to go to town often, except for church when I
was little. Every Spring though, we'd walk to Delroy and get on one of
Leiphart's buses and go to town (York) to do our Easter shopping. I didn't
get many clothes growing up, but on that special day it was always new underwear (slip and all) a new dress, coat, hat, shoes and best of all --- a
purse. I preferred patent leather. Mom would give me a little hankie with a
touch of Vaseline on it to shine my patent mary janes and my purse. How I
would rub and polish them to a gleaming shine. Boy, I felt so good. I
couldn't stop looking at myself. BEEEUTIFUL! I had an aunt Florence who made
me feel so special. Every time she saw me she would tell me how beautiful I
was. I just loved when she came to visit. She had big thick glasses that
made her look like she had frog eyes, and blue hair that always was so
shiny. To this day, whenever I see young girls, I always tell them how
beautiful they are. It never fails to put a smile on their face. Girls need
to be told that they are beautiful. Big girls AND little ones. And do you know what? They are!