Small Town Living, Big Time Secrets: My Childhood Easters
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Small Town Living, Big Time Secrets: My Childhood Easters
Marc Tagliaferri
March 31, 2024
drinking my coffee, having a smoke, and relaxing. It's a beautiful morning. I'm looking at the town I live in and listening to the birds sing and watching them eat. Even the squirrels are running around! I'm thinking about the deer we fed late last night – it was pretty cool seeing about 12 of them.
All of this gets me reflecting on everything – the Anunnaki, the Sumerians, Amen Ra. The whole history, and what's going on in the world today. It's Easter, the day Jesus rose again. It's all amazing, but it can feel overwhelming too, right? I'm grateful to be here and I praise Jesus, His Father, and everything that led up to Him. You know, like Aten or Ra, before everything formed into one.
But anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about. I'm just feeling appreciative for being alive on this Earth. I want to try to piece things together, and I'm really thankful for Jesus.
Let me tell you about a place I used to go with my grandparents when I was young. My grandfather, Tagliaferri, was a hard-working man. He had five jobs as a gas station manager, but somehow he managed to get this nice spot for them at the Fountain of Youth. It's just outside of Yuma, near the Salton Sea. I don't know how big the Sea is now, but I hear it's beautiful. I've met some people in Angola who told me they've been there, and said it's just as beautiful as I remember.
The amazing thing about the Salton Sea is that every Easter, I'd spend it there with my grandparents. My mom would drop me off. I remember getting into my grandfather's white Volkswagen with the red interior and heading out of Los Angeles. It was an 8 or 9-hour drive. Leaving the city and going into the desert was always cool, knowing I'd be at the Fountain of Youth soon. I did this every year for Easter... until I couldn't anymore. But that's another story.
Anyway, I had this group of awesome friends whose grandparents also lived there. We'd meet up once a year and just tear up the desert! We'd run around, play miniature golf, swim, hang out in the Jacuzzis, and go hiking near the canal - it was amazing. Beautiful land. But we were always told not to cross the canal, because on the other side are these mountains – I think they're called the Chocolate Chip Mountains, unless the name changed.
Funny thing about those mountains... Late at night, my grandparents and I would sit outside and just hang out. We'd watch the sky, and sometimes we saw these unique planes coming out of the mountains. It was a military base, you know? My grandmother always used to tell me, "Don't believe what they tell you. They're already making the planes, they're just testing them here." What a theory, right? It makes me giggle.
So, we'd leave LA, and driving through Arizona was really cool. It's so hot, it looks like there's water on the ground! We'd finally get to the Fountain of Youth, I'd meet my friends, and we just had the best time. We had curfews, but mostly we could run all over the place.
Sometimes, we'd sneak out past the perimeter and ride our bikes or skateboards a couple of miles away to this big hole where everyone's trash went. We'd scavenge around, mess with animals, and find stuff. Sometimes there'd be other men there, which was a little weird, but whatever. We'd also go out into Arizona and collect those huge red ants and little black ants. Man, those battles were fierce! They would rip each other apart. With hindsight, I guess it was a little morbid.
We did a lot – hiking, riding ATVs up on the canal, driving around in golf carts. The Fountain of Youth was an amazing place, and a great Easter memory.
Easter's an amazing day. We can't forget what it's really about, but it also brings families and people together. I know for some, Easter's hard. It's hard when you can't give your kids what you want to. I've been there too. But remember, it's about Jesus. The rest is just for fun.
You never know where life will take you. Those Easters at the Fountain of Youth were amazing. Sometimes we'd go fishing at the Salton Sea, or my grandmother would take me to this bar where there was always a motorcycle gang hanging out. I won't say their name, but they were awesome to me.
It's funny, as an adult, I love bikes and that crowd, but I can't ride motorcycles – I'm terrified of them! I love looking at them, and I still love shooting pool and playing pinball.
Now I'm here in Angola, enjoying the birds. Thank you, Jesus. I'm glad You're here and that You did this for us. To everyone in the world who has it harder than I do, He loves you, and I'm sorry the world isn't different. I'm thankful, but I also feel for all of you.
"Stay blessed, stay true to yourself, and always remember, you’re never alone on this incredible journey. Wishing you an abundance of peace, love, and an overflow of good vibes until our paths cross again. Thanks for being a part of this adventure with me. Until next time, Deuces!"