BUNNY SCENES

This thought keeps rolling around in my head. The upcoming Easter week and secular "bunnies" hopping around town lately remind me of a remark my Mother made the other day. We were immersed with the activities related to my Uncle's recent passing and celebrating my sister Kathleen's birthday. (Ed. note-These just happened at the same time, nothing to do with each other) Well, except,

aren't the events of life related? Birth, marriage, ceremonies, celebrations, funerals.... anyway we use these occasions to look back and reminisce and in this case, we were looking at old pictures.

A couple of interesting facts emerged. One, my daughter and her cousins did not believe my father was ever young and handsome instead of just being "Panga" of the crazy clothes and hilarious pronouncements. Two, my Mother remarked that my youngest sister Lori wanted to be like her big sister Marcia of the long lustrous hair desperately captured in a cascading pony tail. M's hair was thick and black and curlier than any beautician could ever hope to achieve. The younger sibling was hardly more than a baby with a smaller, shorter amount of hair. To satisfy the younger daughter, Mother would put her hair into what she called a "Bunny Puff". Just enough to pull it through the pony tail and happily emulate her big sister. I don't know why that struck me at the moment, I just couldn't get the picture of the little puff out of my mind.

Again I apologize to my daughter. I was never very good at those girl things. Oh well.