Last weekend was Easter weekend. When I was young, Easter was the signal for the switch from winter wardrobe to summer. When I was young there was not four seasons plus for clothing. Plus we usually only had one Sabbath dress for each of our two seasons. For us in the lower end of the income scale, it was called an outfit.
Therefore, for me Easter is a time to celebrate….out with itchy cumbersome winter clothes which were usually rather dull and in with the light airy summer frocks which were usually bright and cheery; plus, more importantly…it was time to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection. That by itself should have been enough to bring out cheerful clothes.
So I was totally surprised that everyone but the teacher and I, was wearing black clothes. Even my daughter. The teacher wore his usually uniform of khaki trousers, striped shirt, and navy blazer but without his usual bow tie. How ironic that the Sabbath School
