It’s Spring Break time, here in our town, and I suppose many of our young ladies and men are going off to one beach or another. I also suppose many parents are worrying as they watch their television sets showing what is going on. It certainly doesn’t make them worry less.
Do you remember when Spring Break was called Easter Vacation? It was always held on Easter week by our schools so that Holy Thursday and Good Friday could also be remembered. Times were different then, weren’t they?
This week, my grand daughter is celebrating Spring Break in Italy. She flew there with many other young artists around the state. They, together with their teachers , will visit many of the well known art pieces such as the Sistine Chapel and the art at the Vatican. What a wonderful vacation!
That is the way to celebrate Spring Break. I wish, no I pray, that times will change and young people will find better ways to celebrate. The opportunity to go to Paris probably won’t come to them, but they will certainly find good, healthy ways to celebrate Spring Break.
My dog, Sonny, left this life on Thursday. It was a hard thing to do. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I would have to put him down, but I hated to do it. He was with me nearly 16 years! I don’t know if my years have something to do with my mourning, I am 91 years old, but I really miss him terribly. He stayed by my side all the time, especially when I was ill.
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