For us it was EASTER. Yes we did the egg coloring thing. And Easter basketing. But mom always made my sister and me new dresses. Bought us new shoes and underwear and we'd walk to Church in our finery. It was a mile away and we'd see other families walking too. We had a car but walking was somehow what we wanted to do.
Christmas? Well it was the typical excitement. We left out milk and cookies for Santa and most of it would be eaten by the time we woke up. Poor Daddy! I expect he was the eater/drinker every year.
We had two churches.
The one in the neighborhood which was very close to home. We frequented it more often. Presbyterian.
But being Armenian Apostolic on Christmas Eve we'd go to the Armenian Church which was in Pasadena, miles away. We'd go by car. There was incense that was spread about and a liturgy that was handed down from ancient times.
What are your memories of religious holidays? Few, some, none?
