Where were you twenty years ago for Easter?

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As crazy as this Easter is, thinking back, I realize twenty years ago I was spending my very first Easter with my beautiful bride. I wasn’t a Catholic at the time, but as a Protestant I still understood the significance of the day. That year began the series of events leading to my conversion. We spent that Easter Sunday with my wife’s family, still being the new husband with everyone wondering if I’m good enough for their daughter, sister, aunt, mother. I survived!
What were you doing twenty years ago?
 
LOL I made the mistake of attending the Easter Vigil, not realizing it was super-long, and I was scheduled to work the night shift that night.

Luckily, I did NOT have to leave Mass early, had enough time to run through McDonald’s, and clocked in on time.

And I was pregnant…
 
Same place I am now. We were hiding plastic Easter eggs in the yard for my youngest son to hunt down. Our church had not yet merged into a new parish of 5 church buildings. It would have been our first Easter since my mom died, and it would be the start of us staying home for Easter instead of us traveling “home” to see family.

We never thought we would still be living here when we moved here 24 years ago, but here we are. 🙂
 
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I was also living in the same place where I am now. My son was still in high school then and living with me. My dad was still alive, and I was still working as an electrician. I can no longer recall which Mass we attended, but attend Mass we did.
 
I was working in the hospital lab so that another worker that was Christian could have the day off and spend it with family and church activities. I did the same every Easter as it has no special meaning for me but it does for many of my co workers.
 
You really are hopelessly optimistic, aren’t you! Don’t worry, it’s a great quality to have! ❤️❤️❤️
 
Twenty years ago I was 5 year old child trying to find all sweets hidden in the house :crazy_face:
But I remember when my mom used to take me to church to attend Stations of the cross in Lent.
I had deep compassion for Jesus and sometimes I love to remember how my childhood faith was so simple and pure.
 
Single, still living in the US, working 80 hours a week. :woman_juggling:t2: I’m sure I made it to Mass on Easter Sunday. More than that, I could not tell you. 😬
 
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Davenport, Iowa. As I had just moved back there from Georgia a few months before that. I can’t tell you if I went to church or not, because I did that occasionally, even though I wasn’t actually a member of any of them, and usually I went to a Catholic church when I did go to church. I don’t know, I was 12.
 
Same city, same parish, same neighborhood, same house.

First Easter after my dad died, and the last Easter before my youngest was born.

And looking back on the not-so-catastrophic Y2K bug.
 
But I sure made a lot of overtime money working to make sure the bug didn’t crash some pretty critical systems!
 
At Easter in 2020, I was 20 years younger. I was a non-practicing Christian, but
being pulled towards the Catholic faith. I was 2 years away from 50 and felt
young and was full of hope. It would be another 8 years before I became Catholic.
 
Twenty years ago on Easter, I was probably singing in the choir for the Triduum. I joined my parish’s choir in the fall of 1998, and was a member for more than 20 years before calling it quits last year.
 
I was listening to Metallica’s Master of Puppets on CD and eating Mexican food. I remember it well.
 
I think I may have rented a movie from the video store on West 3rd across from the elementary school. I think it was Monroe, I went to it for a little while. It is Iowa, so there may have been a dusting of snow that morning, although snows that late are rare.
 
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