When I was a little kid, Easter was a ritual. You went shopping with Mom for a whole new outfit and for a child of the 60s that meant an Easter dress, hat, gloves, frilly socks and new shoes, usually white patent leather. For me, Easter was about getting all dressed up, going to church, taking lots of pictures, going to my great-grandmother’s house where more pictures were made and Easter eggs were hunted in her yard. She and the aunts were inside making way too much food while the kids and the uncles were trying to tear up my Nanny’s flower beds. The fancy clothes had to come off before the food could be consumed.