Saturday, April 15, 2017



For me Easter is always preceded with the quiet and somber Good Friday. Since my youth when my grandmother and my mother would call me from play in the street sometime around 2 or 3 in the afternoon  I was told to kneel and my grandmother recited those seven last words. I also remember that I was prohibited from turning on the radio. In these times in this 21st century I feel that a day of quiet somber should be experienced.