In Your Easter Bonnet

March 12, 2019
I can hear Judy Garland
singing this song in my
Easter is a time of
recognizing and
celebrating the
resurrection of Jesus
Usually around January,
my family would start
collecting the washed
out eggshell of eggs
known as “cascarones,”
in preparation for Easter.
Mi Mama was so clean
she’d put diluted bleach
water inside the eggshell
to take away the egg
smell and turn upside
down to drain.
We had fun dying and
making the cascarrones,
we usually purchased
confetti, but, some years I recall cutting up strips of tissue into tiny pieces of the many color.It took us many hours.
And, also dying the hard
boiled eggs. In
anticipation of our Easter
egg hunt with our
During Easter my Mama
loved making her famous
potato salad and chile
beans to accompany our
carne asada, ribs and
tripas, or whatever my
family had a craving for
that year. There was
always salsa, dips, chips,
cascarrones and way too
many candies. Our life
was  a blending of two cultures.
I remember our cute
Easter baskets. That
overflowed with candy,
treats and were topped
off with a large chocolate
egg or bunny wrapped in
shiny tinfoil. We would
get together with our
cousins the Garza’s to
play and eat, but we
never shared our candy.
I recall us “all” strutting
our Easter Best to
church. My Aunt Lupe
usually herded all four of us  into church. My Aunt Lupe was a devout Catholic and very involved in St. Francis Cabrini Church in Huron, Ca.
In retrospect, it must
have been very difficult
for her, since we didn’t
wish to be there and we
couldn’t wait to get
home, whether It was
Easter or not. I’m not sure why Mi Mama did not join us, but she must have been going through a soul-searching period.
Thank you and God
Bless you, Aunt Lupe.
Stay tune for my next
post on my Aunt Lupe.
Typically it was a pretty
pastel dress with a
matching new purse and
always a 2nd new outfit
of casual shorts and top
we changed into after
church. Allowing us to
run around like the little
“rascals” we were at
whatever park my family
selected for that year.
Many years it was Los
Gatos Canyon in
Coalinga. And,
occasionally Roeding
Park or Kearney Park in
Fresno. Before, the
gangs and drunks
started shooting at each
other. I also recall the occasional drunk husband smacking his wife. Not a good memory, but reality.
Now, I stop and reflect never quite understanding how our
family provided for us all 4 and later 5, with  not one, but two outfits on Easter, especially  since we didn’t have a  ton of
Inevitably, by the end of
the day someone had
split their shorts or had
some kind of injury and
was crying. I tell you we
were wild ones.
My Aunt Lupe always
wanted us to understand
that this was a Christian
holiday and not merely
about cracking
cascarones on a person’s head and eating
As a child, these were
most important: family,
food, candy and cake, I
so enjoyed all of our
family traditions. I
couldn’t ask for more.
Now, as an adult as I
await and celebrate the
return of Jesus Christ,
it’s a time to look back on
all the memories I
enjoyed with my family.
Thank you, Father

Abrazos y Besos

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I am perpetually creative, and my eyes “feel” art everywhere. Who am I, I am an open book. I believe that sharing “from the heart” with one another is what connects us, heals us, and inspires us! My love for my Lord, family, friends, cooking, crafting, gardening/nature, vintage, sewing and different cultures; these passions and too many more to list, have moved my hand to paper, thus, Abrazos y Besos. In addition to a nudge by my baby sister, Dudies. My last name is Hug which means Abrazo in Spanish, hence the name of my blog: “Abrazos y Besos” translating to “Hugs & Kisses.” I will focus on our personal life journey with Mi Corazon (Augie Hug) sprinkled with love, spice and fun. Please tune in. Philippians 4:13 New King James Version (NKJV) 13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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