tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post9063915045110324937..comments2024-03-28T08:18:57.280-05:00Comments on stuff from ellen's head: just another dayellen abbotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-58740480738271217122021-04-05T15:00:20.982-05:002021-04-05T15:00:20.982-05:00So fun to see your face in a photo of such a small...So fun to see your face in a photo of such a small child! Thanks for that. It is reassuring to me to know that I am not alone in my thinking re religion. When I see photos of huge crowds of people at religious events----be it in Rome, or in Saudi Arabia, I always wonder how it is that all those people believe something I just don't buy. RunNRosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11610154229648677906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-89101949187006458922021-04-05T09:31:19.646-05:002021-04-05T09:31:19.646-05:00I love that photo of you when you were young. It r...I love that photo of you when you were young. It really captures the moment so well. <br />I never celebrated Easter, so this holiday just passed right by without notice my whole life. I do love the colorful eggs and all the chocolate associated with it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-25341663052222157782021-04-05T08:49:54.746-05:002021-04-05T08:49:54.746-05:00I might have. I don't remember. I know I'v...I might have. I don't remember. I know I've referenced it a few times. I'll have to search the blog. but I gave a very brief nuts and bolts in reply to Linda Sue above.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-76370167736399835762021-04-05T08:46:47.650-05:002021-04-05T08:46:47.650-05:00yep, white gloves were de riguer for ladies back t...yep, white gloves were de riguer for ladies back then.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-75257912201686728092021-04-05T08:43:53.711-05:002021-04-05T08:43:53.711-05:00I love easter lilies and usually have a lot bloomi...I love easter lilies and usually have a lot blooming right about now but the freeze took care of that for this year.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-72861889816656016492021-04-05T08:22:05.721-05:002021-04-05T08:22:05.721-05:00I recognized you at once in that photograph, even ...I recognized you at once in that photograph, even before I read the caption. Your dear face hasn't changed. Everything changed when you were 13? Did you ever write about it here? 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-11668650634950822272021-04-05T06:03:41.014-05:002021-04-05T06:03:41.014-05:00That's a funny picture -- you look very unamus...That's a funny picture -- you look very unamused! And you even had to wear gloves!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-5990970794346663172021-04-05T05:09:36.631-05:002021-04-05T05:09:36.631-05:00That photo is fab, although it set me thinking abo...That photo is fab, although it set me thinking about calla lilies. I think I would have liked that. For me, the worst thing about Easter was -- is -- those darned Easter lilies. I don't think they smell good at all, and I'll even go out of my way to avoid the displays of them in the grocery stores. Bluebonnets and wisteria are far better in the scent department.shoreacreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284698314697628805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-20554769457361879642021-04-05T04:28:52.626-05:002021-04-05T04:28:52.626-05:00Great picture, you haven't changed that much.
...Great picture, you haven't changed that much.<br /><br />Childhood Easter meant chocolate eggs and visiting my granny for afternoon coffee and cake with cream and playing with the cousins (all boys, so soccer on the lawn) in our Sunday's best clothing and getting it all messed up. I usually vomited in the car on the way home. Tears and a furiously chain-smoking mother brought the day to an end.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-91599793867911512892021-04-04T20:20:06.757-05:002021-04-04T20:20:06.757-05:00My parents sent us to Sunday school, and were so g...My parents sent us to Sunday school, and were so grateful when we stayed for church (not often). They had a leisurely breakfast, read the paper, were happy.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-43804321416134193912021-04-04T20:01:42.463-05:002021-04-04T20:01:42.463-05:00That picture is fabulous - I love everything about...That picture is fabulous - I love everything about it. And you could have been a bridesmaid in my wedding - my attendants carried calla lilies. In December. Ha!The Bughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07509037206264761261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-2274013850304031272021-04-04T19:29:55.866-05:002021-04-04T19:29:55.866-05:00zombie Jesus, oh god, I love that! I do invoke ...zombie Jesus, oh god, I love that! I do invoke 'god' a lot but it's not the Judeo/Christian/Muslim god. the lighting is so weird in that picture, he looks like he has a milk mustache. my sister is the only one smiling but she is a pleaser, the good little first born. at least she was then. grew out of it like the rest of us. same here, Easters were all about fun and candy. Christmas was before the event. after that it was a trial. the whole religion thing, even when I was young, never really took in me. ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-82841634802356991972021-04-04T18:59:18.774-05:002021-04-04T18:59:18.774-05:00I love that picture of you so much that I can'...I love that picture of you so much that I can't even tell you. And your little brother- he was NOT having it, was he? <br />I don't recall any Easters in my childhood that were traumatic, unlike Christmases. They were pretty simple and sweet generally, although I didn't buy into the religious aspect of it even then. I'm just not wired to be religious. In any way. I remember the first sort of New-Agey ceremony I ever went to. It was for a Baptism and it was in a Unitarian Church, I think, and the spirits of the four directions were invoked and I was like, "But. Wait. We are not native Americans. What the hell?" <br />I did refrain from using the term "Zombie Jesus" today. I try, you know. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-11369630196412282362021-04-04T17:18:03.172-05:002021-04-04T17:18:03.172-05:00The observances I mean are strictly secular. Ornam...The observances I mean are strictly secular. Ornaments, Easter eggs, decorations, that kind of thing. Social links, rather than religious things.Boudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00641013916263271948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-60091131887944478132021-04-04T15:45:12.408-05:002021-04-04T15:45:12.408-05:00even then. I think I was about 7 or 8 when I first...even then. I think I was about 7 or 8 when I first starting questioning what I heard in church about god and original sin. new born babies? born sinners? just could not accept that.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-20156457760293346412021-04-04T15:43:54.582-05:002021-04-04T15:43:54.582-05:00How interesting about your connection to the Theos...How interesting about your connection to the Theosophical Society. They had a center in my neighborhood in the city but my life was so busy during that time that I never ever went and knocked on the door, just read a lot of their publications.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-86708315760602454602021-04-04T15:35:30.712-05:002021-04-04T15:35:30.712-05:00I might have written about it before but my parent...I might have written about it before but my parents' best friends (whose daughter was my best friend), the husband was having an affair and when the wife found out he named my mother as the other woman, which she denied of course (says he named her because she knew who it really was which sounded like bullshit to me and everyone else). but they were shunned from their big social group, (only one couple stood by them) and it changed everything about their relationship with each other, their behavior, their social life and mine. They became people I didn't like very much. were impossible to please and had a very narrow category of people I could be friends with while they tried to reclaim their social position which they never did. it was pretty messy.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-12045378643357286632021-04-04T15:06:00.381-05:002021-04-04T15:06:00.381-05:00I love your expression in the pic. "Even then...I love your expression in the pic. "Even then she knew.."<br /><br />My own holiday observances are more to honor people who believe in them than for my benefit. Also for my son who likes a bit of nostalgia. Boudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00641013916263271948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-13647199267032809902021-04-04T14:22:47.649-05:002021-04-04T14:22:47.649-05:00Thank you for these memories and for being present...Thank you for these memories and for being present today for the new life in your place on earth.<br /><br />Of course, your photos brought back my own childhood memories of Easter. Your Easter frown is endearing. I remember the Easter that I asked to have my Easter basket filled with Planters salted cashew nuts instead of candy. My mother fulfilled my request and by Easter afternoon I had eaten every single cashew nut in the basket. I still have that Easter basket and keep measuring spoons and a container of salt in it.<br /><br />You mentioned theosophy. My great grandfather on my mother's side spent some time as the president of the Theosophical Society in Boston! My grandmother and grandfather were married in a Unitarian Church in Boston in the early 1900s. When my grandparents moved to Hastings, Minnesota, they joined an Episcopal church. My father was raised Lutheran but my parents were married in an Episcopal church attended by movie stars in Beverly Hills. We belonged to Lutheran churches until I was 7 years old, at which time we settled into an Episcopal Church. My break with church-going began during my first year of college, having much to do with the fact that so many of my friends were Jewish or atheist or Buddhist. I had a friend who embraced Islam. I could no longer listen to sermons that judged my friends in a negative way. Much to my surprise, both of my parents stopped going to church not long after I refused to go to church.<br /><br />I like what Emily wrote about her experience:<br /><br />Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –<br />I keep it, staying at Home –<br />With a Bobolink for a Chorister –<br />And an Orchard, for a Dome –<br /><br />Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice –<br />I, just wear my Wings –<br />And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,<br />Our little Sexton – sings.<br /><br />God preaches, a noted Clergyman –<br />And the sermon is never long,<br />So instead of getting to Heaven, at last –<br />I’m going, all along.amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-447321916012029979.post-7785618816913816842021-04-04T14:07:06.780-05:002021-04-04T14:07:06.780-05:00Your Photo is perfect! Hilarious, little serious E...Your Photo is perfect! Hilarious, little serious Ellen, life is not to be messed with right? Don't know what happened in your thirteenth year that altered your family but , yeah, thirteen is difficult to begin with without added trauma. Happy spring day to you!! XxLinda Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03070050388987072100noreply@blogger.com