By Mrs. Fitzpatrick, April 1, 2019 — In 1967, I was a little girl, about eight, and it was Easter Sunday. The Easter bunny left me some nice toys for Easter, of course I knew it was my dad playing the bunny! I got a little toy bunny and a talking gentle Ben Bear. We then went to church, all dressed up, and I remember having an amazing service. I had an wonderful Easter day, a memory I hold dear, as it is one of the few I remember.
