Carole Ryan Hasson
in honor of Gloria.
It's Easter Sunday, Mom, and I'm missing our celebrations at your house in Bowie when the grandchildren were young. We would line them up, youngest first to go out and search for dyed Easter eggs and coin filled plastic eggs. The older children often helped their younger cousins to find eggs. After the hunt was over, we shared a lovely dinner at a beautifully set table. Often there was a brisk, competitive game of pinochole. I miss so much the simpler times before my siblings and i scattered all over the country. Miss you forever, Carole
