Sunday Celebration

I don’t come from a religious background so Easter isn’t very high on my list. After all can the Easter bunny compete with Santa Claus? I was probably 3 the last time you could convince me there was an Easter bunny. But Santa……..

So I know many of you have cherished music and traditions for the Passover/Easter holiday, I would love to hear the music and read about the traditions. Please share your favorites.

One thing I’ve noticed as I do this Sunday blog post is how music I couldn’t stand when I was younger is now worth listening to. Just like food, as you mature your tastes change. You may have noticed it is the second week in a row I’ve got a lady singing and it sounds pretty good.

Enjoy, Jack

The clip doesn’t give credit to the orchestra so I can’t give you any back ground on them.

The Suprano is Renee Fleming

She is singing Exsultate Jubilate by Mozart

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59 thoughts on “Sunday Celebration”

  1. My vagabond childhood led to exposure to just about every possible version of Christianity none of which stuck.  In my 30’s I wandered into Judaism which felt comfortable more due to a love of history rather than conviction.  From both came a love of religious music if not religion.  During Seders, the song I enjoy most is Dayenu “Enough”.  As fun as the song is to sing, it carries a great message of being grateful. Within the religion the release from slavery in Egypt all the way to Israel and in life for creation and everything after that is just more blessings on top the first that would have been enough.  

    Dayenu (Hebrew:דַּיֵּנוּ) is a song that is part of the Jewish holiday of Passover. The word “dayenu” means approximately “it would have been enough”, “it would have been sufficient”, or “it would have sufficed”.

    Now the younger folks might not think this rocks out enough, so the Maccabeats came up with a Dayenu for all generations. 

     

     

     

  2. Happy Easter to all who celebrate it. The rain is pouring down here, so there will be no private sunrise service for me.  I always wanted to go to a sunrise service, but I was always sent to church alone; it was a block away.  Sunrise services were held out in the country somewhere, although there was a cornfield next to the church.  I suppose there was a meadow somewhere.
    Easter Sunday, I would get dressed up and walk to Sunday school.  My grandparents raised me; they sent me to church, but they did not attend. My grandmother didn’t feel good enough about herself to go, although she joined the church when she was younger; grandpa didn’t like the judgmental, old biddies who thought they ran the church.  When I was older, say 10 or 11, I would stay for church.  For a short time, we had a youth choir and I was part of that, as well. As I got older, I experienced the condescending, biddy committee myself.  It was a small, clique-y town.   I kept going to church, anyway, although now I just watch it on TV.
    When I got home, the house smelled wonderful.  Grandma would be finishing up the 7-minute frosting for the bunny cake.   One cake round is the face.  The second round is cut to create ears and a bow tie.   (Jack – Did you know the Easter Bunny wears a bow tie?)  I would frost the cake and place the jelly bean eyes and nose, and, licorice whiskers on him.
    We would eat Easter lunch which was always ham, candied sweet potatoes, peas, jello salad of some sort, and, bunny cake.
    Sometimes we would drive out in the country because that was a treat back then.  Occasionally, we would visit my grandmother’s sister snd BIL to play 10-point pitch.
    The only music I recall, aside from hymns, was a 45 I had of  “Do The Bunny Hop.”
     
    BB – I am proud to know a technical polyglot.  That’s an impressive list!

  3. Hey, I like the Maccabeats!   That reminds me that in the Methodist hymnal, there is a song we sang in Hebrew and English, “Shalom Chavarim.”   “Farewell, good friends, farewell good friends, farewell, farewell.  Til we meet again, til we meet again, farewell, farewell.”  I sang the Hebrew to David at Craig’s signing for some reason; not sure how we got into that conversation, but I’m sure it was embarrassingly awful. 

  4. My favorite hymn is “In The Garden.” “…and he walks with me and he talks with me and tells me I am his own…”

  5. BiD

    On of the best pieces in the remake of “True Grit” was using “Ever Lasting Arms” throughout the sound track.  

     

  6. I’m not religious at all, but I appreciate those who are (like Mrs. P) and wish them the best of what they hope for on each of the big holidays. I grew up in the Presbyterian church. Mom was the church secretary. I was the kid who learned how to operate the mimeograph machine to print the church bulletin. Dad was a deacon, then elder and a greeter who handed out the bulletins mom typed and I printed. We’d dress up in our new Easter clothes, go to Easter sunrise service and sing Jesus Christ is Risen Today and listen to virtually the same sermon each year, which at the time was a pain but in retrospect freed up the day for Easter egg hunts and the insane Easter dinner my mom, grandmothers and aunts would put together. The religious side of the holiday didn’t stick, me not being religious, but the food part – that stuck.  It’s what 2 of the 3 of us Pogos celebrate on Easter Sunday.  So to all, happy Easter. 

  7. My ex-boyfriend’s family always had the biggest egg hunts.  Every cousin and in-law-of-an-in-law would gather at a park.  Every family brought dozens and dozens of boiled, decorated eggs for hiding.  They would hand out candy later and throw away the eggs.  I never understood why they didn’t just hide plastic eggs, fill them with candy, and, use them the next year.   Anyway,  there were always about 20-30 little kids running around with hard boiled eggs rolling around in their baskets.  It was chaos.  

  8. bId – thank you.  It is more like a marathon, after the first block the rest look the same.  I tell kids thinking about going into programming/developer that the first language you learn is the one you build on, you learn logic and the rest is all about punctuation and spelling. 
    Programming languages are usually described in writing words.  Big descriptions are “verbose”.  Sentences and paragraphs are how programming is built.  Much of the “language” is using punctuation correctly.  You write from the beginning to the end, with adding in little paragraphs that do things which you flip to the appendix section and then return to the main body.  You tell a story.  Every programmer has a style, just as all writers have a style.  This is true in anything you program.  From a simple timer routine for a cell phone, my ‘Outtahere’ app for Android phones, to running the security and safety system for a oil production field. 
    Outtahere  app is a simple timer routine that you set to get you out of a boring meeting.  You put in what time you want it to vibrate your phone and display a message that an emergency is requiring you to go.  “I am out of here”.

  9. Easter celebrates the resurrection, when Jesus arose from the dead. 
     
    As any good Boston Irish Catholic (which describes most of my relatives) will tell you, this is not just a belief, it is a TRUE FACT, and if you don’t accept it you will burn in hell for eternity.  Of course, if you are a Protestant, you’re going to burn in hell anyway, even if you do accept it.  (Sorry about that.  I don’t make the rules.  God does.)
     
    One of my uncles (I have about ten or twelve of them – I was never really sure of the exact count) used to tell all the kids in the family the same joke very Easter.  “No Easter this year … they found the body!”  Then he would laugh and claim that a priest had originally told him that joke.  I always laughed, and my older sister always punched me in the arm when I did.  My sister loved Easter because mom always bought her a nice new dress, and for once, the price did not matter.   My sister loved fashion more than Jesus.   
     
    That is a sin, by the way.  Catholics are experts on sin.  There are so many of them, it’s hard to get through a day without committing at least a dozen. 
     
    My parents (who only went to church twice a year, on Easter and Christmas) made me and my sister go to church EVERY Sunday and then we had to go to Sunday school, also.  This was in the 1950s, before the Catholic Church got “liberal” and the priests stopped doing the Mass in Latin.   This was “hard time” Sunday school, sort of like being in one of those movies from the 1930s about kids in “reform school.”  Not as bad as dying and going to hell, but it was good preparation for it.
     
    In Sunday school we learned (by rote memorization) many things, including what was going to happen to all the protestants when they died (see above.)  But at that time, my best friend was Jewish.
     
    I had a bad reputation in Sunday school for asking impertinent questions.  I was labeled a “trouble-maker.”  But at least I had enough sense NOT to ask the nuns what was going to happen to Jews when they died.  I figured that if the Protestants were going to burn in hell for eternity, there must be something MUCH worse in store for Jews, and I didn’t want to hear about it.  Then again, Jesus was Jewish.  But I could tell that if I pursued that line of inquiry, one of the nuns would tell me to hold out my hands so she could hit them with one of the rulers nuns always carried in Sunday school, like the cops who all carried billy clubs.  (I still have a bit of nerve damage in my left hand from nuns’ rulers.)
     
    Among Boston Irish Catholics, merely having a friend who was an “Italian” Catholic was regarded with deep suspicion.   (As one of my uncles told me, “Italians are dangerous.  They all carry knives.”)  So the fact that my best friend was Jewish was something I did not mention at family gatherings.
     
    Somehow, over the years, I drifted away from the “One True Church” and I am now what is called a “Lapsed” Catholic.  You can’t actually leave the Church, they claim you as one of theirs forever.  But if you become an atheist or get into Zen and have a little statue of the Buddha on your desk, next to your coffee mug, you are consigned to the category of “lapsed.”  This means that, on your deathbed if you repent, and a priest absolves you, you get to go to heaven, which is a pretty good deal, by the way, after a life filled with MILLIONS of sins (at present count).
     
    But I won’t see Danny Steinberg there, or any other Jews.
     
    Except Jesus, of course.   That conundrum still bothers me.

  10. Nash – my life is similar, but with a sin count somewhere over billions.  I saw a nun break a yardstick over the shoulders of one of my Saturday catechism classmates.  He failed to learn that lesson several times over, incorrigible he was.  As were many, many others.  I don’t think any became priests or nuns.  I fail to remember much of any of the first fifteen years of that education, and there was none after to remember.  Lapsed for sure. And the guilt continues forever.

  11.  
    When my baby was a child, down in panhandle Fla, her aunt came to us and asked if it was ok to begin taking  her to the Catholic Church on Sundays.  Since I consider the church to be just another form of “show-biz”,  and I think everyone should know what’s in the Bible,  I couldn’t see any harm in it so off she went. I made it plain that she could go as long as she enjoyed it and if she ever tired of it she didn’t HAVE to go.  I figured, having studied it myself for a long time, I could help her with it if she ever questioned it as it came up in the future.  She loved her aunt, and loved being with her and dressing up and all of it so she eventually became a catholic.  
    Fast forward. 
    We’re in Charleston , and the daughter of my old Staten Island friend from service days had graduated from Falwell’s school,  and joined a troupe of traveling actors going around the country performing two plays in Baptist churches all over.  My friend calls and tells me his daughter will be coming thru Charleston on her tour, so when they came we went on out to this large inland Baptist church to meet her again and catch the show.  It was two plays, one I don’t remember,  but the other was these various people entering a room, not realizing where they are and not knowing why they’re there. As more people enter and they’re all talking, it slowly becomes evident that they have all died and are in the waiting room for Hell. 
    After the plays are done the local preacher gets up to talk—he’s one of those “going to hell” preachers, and he’s really chewing the scenery about who’s all going to hell (most everybody)—my daughter is sitting on the arm of our pew so she can see better, and she’s enthralled because the preacher was good at it, was good at making eye contact with everyone in the room and all that. So he’s really wound up about who all’s going to hell and she’s digging it and I lean over and whisper to her, “He’s talking about YOU.”  She gives me a look like “Whatchoo talkin’ ‘bout, Willis?”, “ and whispers, “What do you mean??”  And I tell her, “Because you’re Catholic.”  She pays attention to the rest of the sermon in a different light and on the way home we had a nice long and fruitful chat about religion, and the way some “adults” view the world.  She would still go to church whenever her aunt was around, but she had lost interest in all that heaven-hell business

  12. Yeah… I grew up a Catholic also.  My father abhorred religion (his father was very religious, but like most of that ilk, very much  hypocritical).  But my mother insisted on my brother and I going to catechism and church.  When I turned around 11, I asked my parents why Richard and I had to go to church but they didn’t.  My father exclaimed to my mother that it was now my choice…  I never went again except as an adult to funerals and such.
     
    Still…   my mother did a Rites of Spring celebration every year on Easter until she died.  She was a great cook and I sorely miss her and the food.
     
    ps… I have mentioned that Rick after many years of being a lapsed (Nash is correct about that term) Catholic returned to the church about 5 years ago.  I respect his choice.  He respects the fact that I don’t believe that Jesus existed.  We co-exist just fine.

    pss… I got over the guilt thing years ago…

  13. Jamie,  “night of the Hunter” also used “leaning…” in the background which scared the dickens out of me for years anytime I heard it.

  14. Nash… I’ve had many a Catholic tell me that I’m a Catholic forever once I got confirmed.  I then tell them that I never kissed some silly Bishop’s ring and never got confirmed.  This confounds them as they don’t know what that makes me.  Maybe a lapsed “kind of a Catholic” 🙂

  15. That clip of the Darlings belting out their song in the best shape note tradition, unlike the version Jamie posted, no subtlety  to it.
    It reminds me of the few times my mom got concerned about our religious upbringing and sent us to the closest church. It was a little country church mostly attended by the same extended family. The lady that played the piano was self taught. (a major accomplishment now that I think on, more than I ever did with a musical instrument )) She approached the  piano as she did almost every problem in life, as an adversary to be conquered and  subdued. So every Sunday she would be at the piano banging away on it like was a spoiled trouble making child. Loving it but determined to win the battle.
    Jack

  16. Another great-aunt (not the card player) from the Ozarks is Church of Christ.  When I graduated from HS, she sent a recruiter from some bible-college to visit me.  I asked about all of the things I was interested in, being from a tiny town, including ballet/dance classes.  I was told they didn’t believe in dancing, nor in musical instruments other than the human voice.   That was a deal-breaker.
    BB – Why is your app for Android only?  Use small words, or I’ll be lost.
    As for sin, it’s all been forgiven if you believe.  It doesn’t mean there will be no future failings, it just means you’re loved and you don’t have to go through life shouldering guilt because you’re human.  You are expected to do your best, but some days, my best isn’t good.   I don’t understand institutions who harass and abuse their own adherents, or, why they stay unless it’s something akin to Stockholm Syndrome.    We weren’t a crucifix family.  We were a Good Shepard family.   

  17. Everyone who dies after Trump bullies govs into ending stay at home orders, should be considered death at the hands of the Republican party
     
     

  18. Blue, that reminds of an old joke a friend once told me:
    Do you know what God’s first name is? It’s Andy! Andy walks with me, Andy talks with me.
    Happy Easter to all!

  19. …have multiple confirmed cases in the extended family.  No rhyme or reason for the varying degrees of severity experienced by each individual.

  20. Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm, Mmmmm. I did good with my leg-o-lamb, sweet potatoes, onions, carrots, celery and gravy. I’m feeling a nap in my future, then the grass. Gotta enjoy warm and sunny- won’t see it for another week or so.

  21. bId –  I wrote it for Android because that is what my cell phone is.  No need to write it for anything else. I tell people to write it, I give away the idea. Until they understand it is a simple timer routine that ends with running the phone vibration and display they think it is complicated. It is very simple.
     
    My mother grew up in rural Iowa.  Religion was whichever was traveling through and they would go attend.  It might be weeks before another traveling tent religion came through.  She got to experience a lot of religion.

  22. Speaking of female vocalists, what’s the difference between a female vocalist and a terrorist?
    You can negotiate with a terrorist.
     Wocka Wocka Wocka

  23. Corey, That’s a cute joke. Happy Easter! 
    Game appears to be from 2016, so why are they airing the after game stuff when there’s s storm outside?   Old ice skating?  C’mon.  I guess the meteorologists are taking their Easter naps.  

  24. BiD. Yeah Mr C just watched Tiger win the  the masters.  Just not this year

  25. Jamie – I think it’s because it sounds joyful, like angels singing at the birth. 
    Boris Johnson looks exactly as disheveled as he did before the virus.

  26. Ms dallas,
     
    Continuing from last thread, I take B-12 ‘cuz an endocrinologist told me to do that for my neuropathic pain, some of which is constant stinging or stabbing over about 3/4 of the skin on my body. There’s also joint and muscle pain. The B-12 I take is methylcobalamin – the sublingual application. 

  27. Sweetie says, you’re right, Mr Sturgeone, female vocalists are all prima donnas. She was long a 1st Soprano in the Twin Cities Womens Choir. We both agree that Sweetie fits with your joke.

  28. Rebellious Rennee: I got confirmed by a Cardinal.  We had to kiss his ring as we left the church.  Somehow we got our signals crossed.  I bent down to kiss the ring but he raised his hand at the same time and his ring (which was huge) hit my front teeth with a “clunk” you could probably hear fifty feet away.  The nuns got mad at me for that, too.   
    I had no idea so many Trailmixers were Catholics, lapsed or otherwise.
     

  29. When Da Gama first sailed to Calicut, India, he and his crew were certain that the inhabitants were Christians. 

    All those holy statues, you know.

  30. So Joe Biden is being accused of sexual assault by a former staff member.   People need to find out what’s up with this woman.  She sounds like one of the Clinton women paid by the lardbutt campaign
    This does not smell right.  

  31. I still don’t understand when it will be safe for the “vulnerable population” to be able to go out.  As nearly as I can tell it won’t be umtil there is a vaccine.  Or we all get hazmat suits and faceshields.  I’d like my hazmat suit bedazzled please

  32. I married a lapsed Catholic former nun, who later returned to the Church, but not the convent. Her congregation is very progressive, and about 1/2 people of color, many of whom came from UnAmerica. So, she didn’t exactly come back to the fold she left. I’ll occasionally show up for a funeral or wedding, but I’m not a Christian or any variety. 
     

  33. “ can tell it won’t be umtil there is a vaccine.  Or we all get hazmat suits and faceshields” 

    Yup, that’s accurate.

    (i have two improvised hazmat suits. A full corona-hotspot ensemble and a more casual, breezy hazmat-on-the-go number)

  34. crackers – Safe (possibly for a limited time/they don’t know) if you have antibodies from already having had it, or, when they get a vaccine.   Until then, even if things open up to perk up the economy before the election, masks and social distancing will be the new normal.
     
    xrep – I’m sorry to hear that.  My B12 is the same kind (methylcobalamin) 1,000 per capsule. I can’t even stand the smell of the sublingual stuff.  My physical therapist told me to take magnesium to help with muscle pain. I started taking turmeric to help with inflammation, instead of taking an NSAIDs unless I’m desperate.  Nerve pain is the worst, as I have found with spinal stenosis contacting a nerve and trigeminal neuralgia over my eye flaring up on occasion.    Maybe I should be more consistent with the B12.   Many days, I forget it.

  35. Hey, it worked on Franken 
    Best to just nip it in the bud and stomp on it.
    No more swift boats, Willie hortons, or purple band-aids, without striking back.
    They have to cripple the Lie Machine.

  36. Well I decided not to eat the whole rack of lamb, I cut off a couple of chops and put the rest in the freezer for when I have somebody to share with.
    Grilled the chops in an old cast iron skillet after marinating  them in garlic olive oil, a little salt crack pepper.  side dishes were  fried cabbage flavored with what was left of some kimchee that my niece made last fall and some fried rice. A good meal and I have enough for tomorrow as I’m still unable to cook a good meal for just one.
    oh and I went down in the basement and brought up a local white wine that can stand its own against any one. 
    It is what I worry about, we have a lot of  local breweries, wineries , distilleries that produce world class products, I hope they survive.
    Jack
     
    Jack

  37. My son called sounding tired. They’re working 6 day, 12 hour shifts. He said he figures it’ll still be 6-8 weeks in NYC.
    What’s noticeable, he said, is the number of male Hispanics in ICU in Brooklyn.

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