KnitWit: Rantings of a Rabid Knitter

Comment by Suzanne

April 15, 2006 @ 5:36 pm

What a difficult memory to carry around! I wish that I could wish on you the vision of a parade of rabbits, flowers, and people in their best fancy dress clothes and big beautiful hats to remember instead. Those are the Easter parades I’ve known. Having spent most of my life in Texas, I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of the kind of Easter parade you described. I’m sure it’s very spiritual for some, but it sounds like an awful thing for a completely unprepared child to have to deal with.

Comment by Christina

April 17, 2006 @ 10:44 am

OMG, what an awful childhood memory! I can’t even imagine. Wolfy is so cute

Comment by Laura

April 17, 2006 @ 4:24 pm

Hey Sis!
I remember that Easter too. Do you remember the little “chicks” that peeped like crazy when you opened the egg? Drove Dad nuttts!

Comment by heather

April 18, 2006 @ 1:48 pm

I also prefer your version of Easter. Kudos to your graduate school professor who could understand your perspective and accept your gift of chocolates in celebration of spring and all that it brings.

While I have never seen a parade like the one that you described, there was that one float with the Jesus figure dripping blood in the parade for the apple festival. Fortunately, I was an adult when I saw that one. Oh the joys of being an atheist in the middle of the Bible belt.

Comment by Lisa

April 18, 2006 @ 4:17 pm

Oh, NO!! As soon as I heard you say “while I was living in the Phillipines” , I could see the whole thing clearly in my mind.

Having been raised Southern Baptist, I began my journey towards atheism when a former boyfriend called Christianity “the blood cult”. A little light bulb went off in my head. I still live in the Bible Belt, however, and would never tell my parents or in-laws that I’m an unbeliever. It would just worry them unnecessarily. I, however, get to worry about how warped all my nieces and nephews are getting, what with the Southern Baptists *and* Jehovah’s Witnesses *and* Mormons in their families all getting into the indocrination act.

Happy Spring, and flowers, and Nature’s re-birth. It’s been glorious here in AtlantaLand.

Comment by Persnickety Knitter

April 20, 2006 @ 12:19 am

Wow, that was quite a parade! I enjoyed the podcast — great storytelling.

Comment by Liz

April 20, 2006 @ 7:07 am

That is the most hideously nasty scene I can imagine for a child to experience. I’m sorry you had to go through that! I wish you eggs, chicks and bunnies every easter. Love your stories.

Liz in England.

Comment by Marlene

June 5, 2006 @ 12:42 pm

What a great story!! The easter parade was very funny.
What got my smart ass engine running was your jewish professer. I started thinking up retorts ranging from “Oh! Sorry! I didn’t realise chocolate wasn’t kosher!” to “See where assumptions get us? You assume I’m christian, I assume you like candy…”
Like I said, smart. ass.

Comment by Arlene

March 10, 2007 @ 1:18 pm

OMG, no wonder your mom had to be nagged into letting you go. I’m sure that if she’d really known all about it, she either wouldn’t have let you go or at least prepared you. As an adult, that would take me aback if I came upon it unawares.