Storytelling Sunday - Some Days are Diamonds

Come on in! It's Storytelling Sunday today, so I hope you are ready for a tale or two.

Often, when I'm thinking about a story to share, I'll go back in time to some little moment I remember from many years ago. But today I have a hankering for a tale of nothing much at all, except a happy day spent with family. So, before it slips from my grasp and disappears forever, here it is. Easter Sunday.

"Giggins hiding," said Little E dejectedly, as he wandered back into the kitchen. He had been out in Granny's garden, trying to find Higgins the three legged cat. Little E loves Higgins. He loves all animals; but it's probably hardest on a cat with a tendency to topple if you love him with a very heavy hand.

When he sees my camera, he does one of two things. Either he turns his back and studiously ignores me..

That morning we had packed up the car with provisions and driven out of the city, back to the country, to spend Easter Sunday with Granny and Little E and the rest. They'd been pleased to see us arrive, possibly because we had dinner in the boot of the car; but with the potatoes peeled and the roast chicken in the oven, they were looking for more. It was time for the Easter Bunny.

He interprets his role loosely round here, so that meant jelly beans for me and wine gums for Kenny-Who-Cooks, the other non-chocaholic in the family. In between chocolatey mouthfuls Little E would look at me with a wicked glint in his eye:

"Nit-neck not working," he'd say sadly. Which was my cue to bury my head in my hands and sob uncontrollably at the loss of my internet connection. He knows how to hit an auntie where it hurts, that boy.

...or he runs towards me as fast as he can

"Let's go for a walk," said his mum, hastily. There's a beautiful park just opposite Granny's. Wasn't there in my time. It belonged to an old lady with, it has to be said, a reputation for meanness around town. Collecting rents was what she did; and she did it well. But she had the last laugh. She left her house and its grounds, right in the middle of town, to the Council. Now it's free for everyone to enjoy and enjoy it we did.

The Tall One scooped his little cousin up and jiggled him and joggled him and turned him upside down and they laughed and laughed, until hunger sent us home for an Easter feast.

All too soon it was time for one last ritual before we left. Granny sees it as getting rid of her junk. We see it as collecting treasure. This week she offered me a collection of vintage knitting patterns and a faded, curling needlework handbook. Published in 1924, it belonged to Great Great Aunt Sally, I think, and it promises to teach me to crochet. I have hope.

And that was my Easter Sunday. We all have our good days and our not so good days. But some days are diamonds; and writing them down feels to me like a Fine Thing to do. If you have a day or a memory or any other kind of story you'd like to share, please link us up and we'll come for a read. You know you want to..