Easter Spring, Easter, the mere words make me tingle all over with a flood of warmth that leaves you smiling and laughing all at once. As a child Easter was so magical to me and all though I have gotten older the warmth and love that were experienced are still fresh like a fragrant flower in my mind. The fresh new dresses that smell as if they had been dried in the sun and wrapped in a tie of roses, the pungent smell of vinegar to dye your Easter eggs and the spring air sneaking through he open doors and windows in your freshly dusted house. The memories are as fresh as yesterday, and as beautiful as a spring bride. The memory vivid and clear is of my Easters in Marietta, Geor