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Long, long ago; think early 50’s here. It was Easter and it was cold, very cold.
Much like today in North Georgia, yet this was South Georgia in the 50’s. I was 5 or 6 at the time; my brother was 3 or 4.
We were not the same physical size, but my late Mom God rest her soul, had bought us the yearly Easter finery to be worn to church.
My brother and I had yellow short pants and yellow shirts, both very inappropriate for such weather.
This made little difference to my Mom. We went to church in our Easter finery, short pants, short-sleeve shirts, freezing to death.

Thinking back now I realize we must have looked like a couple of those little yellow marshmallow candy Peeps.

Ah, the memories of Easter. The extremely cold temperatures today brought this Easter memory rushing back into my aging mind.

Thanks ALGoracal for global warming.

...very inappropriate for such weather. This made little difference to my Mom. We went to church in our Easter finery, short pants, short-sleeve shirts, freezing to death.

You are not alone, Chuck. I went through much the same Easter, early '50s, way north of Georgia. We had to stand outside for the church procession and basket blessing. Mama* always put me in something fashionable and light, and before it was over she would have to tuck me inside her coat like a little bird under the wing. She was sinfully rich but I used to think I looked like one of those poor waifs in A Christmas Carol, under the robe of the Ghost of Christmas Present..."Their names are Ignorance and Want." To this day all Easter food leaves me...cold. You don't want to know what I keep in that basket now!

*God rest her soul.