Friday, April 21, 2006

Easter at the Luthers, or Southerninity

Who needs an Easter egg hunt when you can do this instead?



Welcome to Easter [or insert any other holiday, birthday, or excuse to get together] at the Luther's.

To explain the above picture, we offer an excerpt from Caldwell's recent musings on this Easter at the Luther's. Note that Noah is the one across Papa's knee on the front tractor. Also, when did Dadu get so big?
"I feel like no words can appropriately describe that moment when I was flying from bump to grassy bump in your grandparents front yard clinging for my life to the steering wheel of the old lawnmower with your papa occasionally looking back at us and laughing . I'm pretty sure he was trying to throw us off. It was so much fun though. I'm pretty sure it was Noah's idea too; you should have seen his little face light up when he got on that lawn mower!... Man, you've just got to have times like that - when you ride a lawnmower to the back of the tractor and then go get a cold glass of sweet tea; I like to think of it as a time of Southern revival, reconfirming my Southern identity ... which I have renamed Southerninity."


And now for a ManvilleTabletalk poll:

Which Murray would you rather spend your Easter with? The lawnmower Murray pictured above, or the seersucker Murray pictured below?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is a little early in the year for seersucker so I would go for the lawnmower...

Anonymous said...

Actually, they say the traditional "seersucker window of opportunity" is Easter to Labor Day.

Plus we're in sunny south Florida, where its always hot.

I should have gone lawnmower.

Anonymous said...

Can I choose seersucker on the lawnmower?

~Abby~

Anonymous said...

Oh, and I completely forgot because I'm too busy to remember my own name of late...

Happy anniversary of leaving :(

It'd be nice to be back in the kitchen, cooking or playing Euchre, or watching you guys punk some random girl on Yahoo to think that you don't know each other. Or even just to be sitting there reading Jack Handy and laughing.

Woe.

~Abby~