One of my earliest Easter memories isn't a basket full of candy, or a new outfit. It's sunrise services on a knoll in the cemetary next to the church. I remember waking before the sun was up, dressing in my finery and riding to the services with my step-mother. It may have been Spring, but it was always freezing; though I wouldn't admit that -- didn't want to cover up my new Easter outfit with an icky old winter coat! Easter Sunrise Services have always been very special to me. There's just something (12 comments)