And Still I Rise

Ever so often people get nostalgic for the good old days and bemoan the loss of tradition. One tradition that has endured is the practice of not eating meat on Good Friday. Therefore, on the days preceding Good Friday shoppers could be seen busily stocking up on mackerel, codfish, herring and fresh fish. I have never fully understood the significance but found it an annoyance when my normal childhood eating habits were brutally suspended on Good Friday.

However, I have noticed that the reverence reserved for Good Friday is slowly eroding. As a child and young adult the day had a more solemn feel to it. You knew going to the beach was out partly because you feared drowning and your parents said in no uncertain terms that the day was for reflection.  I must be old fashioned but when I see groups of people celebrating Good Friday in a secular manner it just doesn't seem right.

In fact I find Easter has taken on a "carnivalish" vibe. So much focus is on  the Grenadines and the all inclusive parties, queen shows, wet fetes etc that you'd be forgiven if you thought it was Carnival warm up.Yet at the end of the day we claim to be so christian but seem not to have a problem with the changing face of the Easter. Maybe I am just getting old