One of the wonderful things about holidays is that they are often events so grand that they become indelible in our memories, even helping form our personalities and the fabric of our lives. Easter was huge in my family, with every possible ingredient in the mix to make it perfect. Grandma took us to church and we got to sit beside her and play with the big catch on her patent leather bag (it made a really neat thunking sound when you pulled it with your thumb). She made bunnies out of the linen hankies she always had with her and she could make them “jump” from the crook in her arm. There were usually Luden’s cough drops in her purse and she always let us have one. Church was fun on Easter because of all the music. Sometimes when Grandma sang in the choir I got to go sit beside her in the loft.
While we were at church, Dad was home hiding the eggs (he was never big on church, anyway) that we had helped decorate the night before. Because rain was usual during the Seattle spring, they couldn’t be left out the night before. Mom always assembled elaborate baskets with ribbons, tiny fuzzy toy chicks, jelly beans and chocolate eggs that she hid (usually behind the kitchen door). Ham was baking in the kitchen when we came in from church and bunches of cousins were on their way.
The afternoon would be full of food, fun, laughter, love and that special feeling that everything was new and exciting and spring was well on its way. I hope this year it’s the same for you.
Happy Easter!
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