1 post tagged “resurrection”

So Jim's post got me to thinking of the time I was living in a four story walk-up on the east side of NYC (many moons ago) over the most amazing French bake shop.  I didn't make coffee EVER.  Smells of vanilla and almond paste woke me up mornings and I'd hop downstairs and take out a large coffee and an almond croissant.  Yes, every morning.  When I'd grow tired of almond, there were muffins in every conceivable combination of fruit and nut, and brioche and rolls and madeleines or just the smell, which sometimes was enough.   Just the smell.  Kind of like the smell of potential.  Always keep the smell.

So todays the resurrection, right?  Pardon me, my father was a fallen Catholic and my mother was Jewish.  On Easter morning I would take the 25 cent bag of jelly beans that I'd gotten at the Palms coffee shop, find a nice dead branch with lots of tiny twigs still on it, and I'd stick the jelly beans on all the ends.  Then I'd stick the jelly bean tree in the ground and summon my younger brother, swearing that the tree had appeared overnight in honor of Easter, since our basic understanding of Easter pretty much encompassed the idea of gelatin candy, chocolate in cute shapes and plush rabbits.  Years after the jelly bean trees stopped appearing, my father asked me if I knew about Jesus, as though he had waited for me to inherit some complete understanding of Christianity, as I had inherited my mother's late onset of puberty.  I think I said something like "Don't worry, I know who Jesus Christ is, Dad."  And he chuckled, perhaps half embarrassed and said, "I was just wondering."   Then I think he asked me if  I needed a ride to Susan Berg's house.

Happy Easter.  K