On Easter Sunday, the crucifix in my favorite church was no longer covered with a purple shroud. I don’t have a picture to celebrate that Christ has risen, so I decided to put a picture of the Immaculate Conception Cathedral in Brownsville, Texas, because it brings pleasant childhood memories about Easter, such as hunting for eggs in our overgrown backyard grass.

Immaculate Conception Cathedral

Egg hunting was a serious undertaking. I recall we saved egg shells to color and later fill with confetti that we cut from school paper we no longer needed. Once filled with confetti, the colored egg shell openings were covered with soft tissue. We called these eggs “cascarones” and hit each other’s heads with them. I must admit that some of my cousins hit pretty hard and the pain lingered on my skull. I never found enough cascarones to get even, but I  had a lot of fun.