It's been too rainy and cloudy for me to go skiing at Silver Star this weekend. So I kayaked on Kalamalka Lake and helped walk the doggies up in Kalamalka Lake Park, where the snow still lies.
Yesterday I went to Village Green Mall in Vernon, where people were buying Chocolates and in the food court, an Easter show for families consisted of trying to fit 12 members of the Vernon Girls Trumpet Band into a giant balloon. (photos to follow).
After a week of Tartan Day/Scottish Week activities… and not having any Chinese food in recent memory… I am beginning to question my Easter heritage. Even though my great-great-grandfather was a Chinese United Church Minister, I never went to United Church for Easter. For many years, I was a member of Celebration of Life Centre, and Centre for Spiritual Living – both New Thought Churches.
The only Chinese cultural event that I can think of, is giving Red Eggs at a dinner, one month after a baby is born. But this isn't necessarily related to Easter, except perhaps as a reminder of sucessful fertility in relation to Spring fertility rituals.
I remember one childhood Easter where we received Easter baskets in Honolulu. There were always lots of Chocolate bunnies for Easter as a child, but the Honolulu baskets had the little fluffy toy chick decorations… That was cool. No grass skirts on Easter bunnies back in the 60's though.
The Gung Haggis dragon boat team paddled this morning to Granville Island for Hot Chocolate and Coffee, and found some Easter Eggs. This is becoming a team tradition.
My Irish-Canadian writer friend Terry Glavin sent me this email message, and a link to his website:
crowd, the event of the year that utterly eclipses St. Patrick's Day, has always
been Easter anyway. Thus:
Gung Hay Beannachtaí na Cásca Fat Choy, comrade.