This brings about my childhood memories of French Easter (Pâques) as my Parisian grandmother would call it. The hiding of the eggs and the treasure hunts we would go on with our cousins. My grandmother, Rosine Claire, would stand over us in her home on Ronkonkoma, Long Island with her arms folded. As each of the grandchildren hunted, she'd say whether we were warm or cold. Trying to suppress her rich, infectious European laughter, she kept a straight face nonetheless and steered us as we moved along like ghost hunters in the night. Even then, I was preparing for what would become a role to play later on in my life. Except eggs aren't quite ghosts now are they. But, both can smell bad sometimes non?
French Easter (Pâques) Traditions: French Easter Traditions Easter is celebrated in France much as it is in America, with many religious ceremonies commemorating the rebirth of Jesus, and cultural customs having to do with rabbits, chocolates and eggs. Nana (Rosine) believed very much in Jesus and had much faith as you will learn from reading my new book.
The predominant religion in France is Roman-Catholic, which Nana is. No city, village or town is without a church. Many of them date back to the twelfth century or even before. Most churches have bells, which are rung joyfully throughout the year marking various events and the passages of time. Rosine's grandfather often enjoyed those traditions as he caroused through the streets of Paris. I find that rather lovely and reflective. One can say you must stop and smell the roses and one can also say, one must stop and hear the bells.
Anyway, on the Thursday before Good Friday, all church bells in France are silenced in acknowledgment of Jesus' death. For fun, children are told that the bell's chimes have flown to Rome to see the Pope. Easter morning, the bells ring out once again in celebration of the Resurrection, declaring that Jesus is alive again. If I were him, I'd be happy to see the party going on in my honor and memory. I mean who wouldn't after they are long gone. In fact, I declare to the after world that when we live a good life and pass, we should have a day of honor and watch those dance in the streets ringing a bell or two. Of course, I'll have to take this to the higher ups but you get my drift. In some villages, people kiss and embrace one another when they hear the bells ring. Likely excuse for some dating action but nonetheless a sign of affection and love. I find no negative in that ritual at all. The French really are passionate and are lively people. I am proud to be part of that heritage. Merci beaucoup Nana!
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