EASTER JUST WOULDN’T BE EASTER……
Now seems an appropriate time to say thanks to all the crew who endured blizzard conditions to make sure that folk had what they needed and to clear the roads so that they were passable. The experience brought people together and I think made many people appreciate what a supportive community we live in. We were looked after very well in our housing complex thanks to Isle of Arran Homes and to the Nursing Home across the street who provided food when the shops had to close.
It’s also time to think of the farmers who lost livestock in the snow and to hope that the tourist season will not have any lasting damage from the experience.
In our house Easter just wouldn’t be Easter without eggs, Fairtrade chocolate and vases of daffodils, preferable from the garden. It also wouldn’t be Easter without thinking of my Mom who died on Easter Monday – a well planned resurrection! And of course at least some of the family getting together to share the weekend, good food and Bach on the radio.
This year Chris is here from Philadelphia along with Jill and her two girls from Ireland. Simon will contact us on Facetime later from Peru to complete the circuit.
We each take what is most meaningful from these get-togethers – an opportunity to continue the on-going card tournament which started with “Go Fish” many years ago. I bow out from that now – I hate card games and the tradition is safe with the grandgirls. I am allowed one telling of the world’s most corny “Knock, Knock” joke every Easter. If my family don’t read this straight away I may get away with telling it twice.
“Knock, knock, Who’s there? Ether. Ether who, Ether Bunny.
Repeat this as many times as you can get away with and then when the audience is groaning and complaining change it to:
“Knock, knock, Who’s there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad the Ether Bunny went away.”
Most of all Easter just wouldn’t be Easter without a sense of light, rebirth and resurrection. This is especially true for people on Arran this year after the ordeal of snow, power cuts and lack of any electronic communication. The intense cold and dark which we experienced is not something I would like to repeat any time soon.
Having said that in the middle of the night when there was no heat or light, I never felt entirely bereft or alone. I had my duvet, my camping torch and the gradual return of noise as the generators began to work and the helicopters carried equipment to repair poles and clear roads.
It was an Easter experience of feeling cold, in the dark and struggling at times to keep food on the go, but never once did I feel afraid or believe that it wouldn’t be sorted and I had my inner being to rely on to recognise that there is always a force more powerful than we are, no matter what circumstances it allows us to experience it and take comfort that “All is well.”