Today is Palm Sunday which, for me, brings back some fond memories of when I was a child and we still attended the Armenian Apostolic Church in Lawrence, MA.. It seems trivial in relation to the importance and meaning of Palm Sunday, but one of the things l liked the most about it was when the church handed everyone palm fronds as they left the sanctuary. We would take the palms and fashion crosses out of them, then let them dry.
One year I made a particularly good one–no breakage, it held together well, well-proportioned and it actually lasted for several years. I do miss those days. Granted, I live in lower Alabama and was just in Florida, briefly, yesterday. In other words, there are palm trees everywhere. I suppose if I really wanted, I could get myself some palm fronds. But…it just wouldn’t be the same…the meaning and importance of Palm Sunday, however, is.