Bluefield Daily Telegraph, Bluefield, WV

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April 20, 2014

A simple point of view on Easter

- — I was on vacation last week. We didn’t have umbrella drinks or set out on a big cruise to a tropical island. Deciding to keep it simple, we headed to the North Carolina mountains. We explored Grandfather Mountain, hiked a few trails and walked on a mile-high bridge. At the end of the day, we ate cheeseburgers and fries. It was a laid-back trip. The husband is slowly converting me to a country way of life. I went fishing for the first time last week. When I caught my first trout, I jumped up and down like a child. One of the lake workers cleaned and wrapped the fish for the drive home. A little olive oil, salt and pepper and a few other spices and dinner was served. It was simple but pretty good.


Last week didn’t start out simple though. On Sunday, we did a little home repair and went to Lowe’s three times in a span of one hour. We are slowly discovering the so-called joys of home ownership. Monday through Wednesday was a combination of taxes, errands, deadlines and meetings. Snow on Tuesday complicated matters, or rather my mood. I felt sorry for those who took advantage of the summer-like weather last weekend and planted their flowers. Too early, I thought. But my daffodils, so simple with their bright yellow faces, still looked good. I am glad we didn’t have a heavy snow or all of spring’s flowers would have been ruined by the weather. It wasn’t a bad start to the week, just complicated after a week of simple joys.


But as I packed my lunch on Thursday morning, I hummed a few stanzas of the old hymn “What a Day That Will Be.” I smiled when I realized the tune. When I was a young child, I sang the hymn in my childhood church, standing beside my Grandma Thelma.

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