My mother used to tell us stories about the housekeeper who worked for her family when she was a child– an unholy terror named Margaret Shank.
This doesn’t sound like a story for Easter Week, but it is, because my mother would often talk about Margaret Shank during the Easter preparations. Easter was the only time Ms. Shank had eaten junk food, as a child– her parents visited her in the orphanage once a year, on Easter Sunday, bringing with them a small bag of chocolate. Other than that, she ate what the orphanage served, which was healthy and bland.
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/steelmagnificat/2019/04/the-departure-of-margaret-shank/
https://www.patheos.com/blogs/steelmagnificat/2019/04/the-departure-of-margaret-shank/
