Photo courtesy of Swift CollectionHemet’s Trinity Lutheran Church. ■ By Rob Lindquist / Contributed In our rural nestled valley, whose population was largely Christian with an inordinate abundance of Protestant churches, Easter was always a very busy time. My earliest memories revolved around the mystical transformation of whole families of farming folk and small business proprietors into figures from a department store window display or a toy store. Grandparents were squeezed into aging suits and dresses, moms and dads wore their “Sunday best,” and we children were show-boated in whatever would charm hearts and bring boodgy wet kisses to our upturned foreheads. My first attempt to independently express my zeal for

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