Easter Sunday, Phoenix Arizona, 1952.
This is one of my all-time favorite slides!
Mary-Charlotte transforms a quaint motel bathroom into a makeshift cocktail bar. The luscious lass, with her striking strawberry blond hair and exquisite peaches-and-cream complexion, smokes a cigarette perched between her perfectly painted lips as she carefully mixes Tequila and Kahlua with a squeeze. I don’t know if she calls her Easter cocktail the Tequla Sunrise, but I do!
This blessed Sunday let Mary-Charlotte be an inspiration to you. Bless your Easter brunch bunch by offering what she does. Be generous with them and, oh, whatever you do, please don’t forget to tell them “it’s Mary-Charlotte’s recipe.”
Speaking of Easter, what happened to Wester, Souther or Norther? Easter is the only holiday with a directional influence and the only holiday that celebrates fertility. Like two of the other most famous days of the year, Halloween and Valentines Day, we celebrate Easter by consuming candy and lots of it.
What Santa is to Christmas the Easter bunny is too Easter. But unlike Santa, who just brings us stuff, eats cookies and leaves, the Easter bunny does more. He brings a multi-color basket overflowing with shredded plastic and candy. And as if that wasn’t enough he then hides the chicken eggs we happily hard boiled and colored the day before so we can hunt them.
Easter is also the biggest day of the year for Peeps. The charming, color-coated marshmallows were first mass-squeezed out of tubes into the shape of fresh born baby chickens in 1954. Sit one on top of your Easter morning coffee or Tequla Sunrise and watch it melt!
Here’s to the Tequla Sunrise, the Easter Bunny, Peeps, Mary-Charlotte and YOU!
I love this slide! Is that fruit salad in the sink?
Don’t cha just love PEEPS. So, I wanted to ask you Charles if you’ll be offering your Brea show via Goldstar? Thanks in advance.
Always one of my favorites, brings a tear to my eye… It’s never quite the holidays until Charles breaks out Mary-Charlotte or the spanking elves. Bravo!
I just adore this picture! It has the compositional formality of a Vermeer combined with the life-loving spirit of Courtney Love. There is nothing like an old party girl. And I should know!
Mabel is able to slide through yet another holiday with the Mother-in-law! Thankfully, there are plenty of “luckies” to light up.Now if only she could remember where she left her Valium??? Happy Easter Charles!
Easter tip: If you place “Peeps” in the microwave,they retain their shape yet become freakishly huge and menacing!
This is my favorite slide so far! What a classic…
Charles,
The drink she is mixing is called a “Brave Bull.” And yes, one would have to be a brave bull to drink it. It’s disgusting. I was a bartender for 8 years and it is probably my least favorite drink of all time. But it’s nice that she is mixing one.
Daniel
I don’t know which is better, the photos or your wonderful descriptions.
Happy Easter…
RIP Jerry
Brown eggs! I can’t believe I’ve never thought of it. Thank you for the many inspirations Mr. Phoenix >^..^
Charles,
This is also one of my favorite slides. I actually used it as the sign-in seal on my email account! That’s not fruit salad in the sink. It’s either a bouquet of flowers, or her oh-so-fashionable swim cap. And that might not be Kahlua–it looks a little bit like Mrs. Butterworth’s Syrup! Too bad there wasn’t a wastebasket in the bathroom. Look at all those poor dead squeezed lemon halves perched all over the sink. Happy Easter to everyone, and shout out to my Peeps!
I remember this picture from one of your books. She’s ready to celebrate, isn’t she? Happy Easter Charles.
Don’t cocktails always taste better when they are mixed above the bathroom sink. They didn’t call it bath tub gin for nothing, right?
Quite a charming slide. American ingenuity at its finest. Are those flowers in the sink?
Thanks for the tip about the brown eggs. I did not think of that before or know that.
Also, the must be blind person that is little designer soap, (u might call it), and a sponge, it looks like. In the sink. And, is she drunk, do u think? :>)
I was born Feb. 16, 1952. Fancy that, huh?
Hiding the ole liquor stash in plain site ! Who would have thought of going into such a “posh potty” for only a drinkie-poo !!
Hey, wait a minute, is that my aunt????