Easter Memories

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peacock2121 · #1 Post by **peacock2121** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:17 am

I send an e-mail to my m-i-l each morning. I like to tell her stuff that is happening in my life, just to keep her thinking and sharing and all.

Today, I told her about my Easter memories. I'll share with you as well.

My mom made the best baskets - we all had different colored handles - mine was red. I would trade my brother my black jelly beans for his red. In later years, my mom bought the bags of just black and gave them to my brother, and that tradition stopped.

peacock2121 · #2 Post by **peacock2121** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:21 am

In my younger years - maybe from 5 to 9, we went to church every Sunday. I loved Easter because we got dressed up. I got to new shiny shoes, a hat and a new dress. Best of all, I got to wear a crinoline under my dress. I just thought I was adorable.

We would get to church and someone was in our pew! I really thought it was our pew, as that is where we always sat.

I was adorable and annoyed.

peacock2121 · #3 Post by **peacock2121** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:24 am

My mom made this gross Jello mold. She would take those fish molds off the kitchen wall, where they served as some sort of 'wall art' and use them for the mold. Orange jello, grated carrots and walnuts. She made it every year. We ate it every year. We told her how gross it was every year.

I miss that gross mold.

peacock2121 · #4 Post by **peacock2121** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:24 am

Okay - your turn.

Buffacuse · #5 Post by **Buffacuse** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 6:58 am

My mom used to hide the Easter baskets and leave clues all over the house for them--I loved this. And we hid the plastic eggs with candy in them all over the yard.

Soooo, at Casa Buff, we just got done with the basket hunt and the egg hunt--I may post a pic of Buffettina in her first egg hunt clutching her eggs.

Mrs. Buff got a Coach wallet that matches her diaper bag. I got some sugar free jelly beans (not bad) and...a bottle of Lagavulin. Niiiiice bunny.

BTW, the last clue on the basket hunt this year: In a baggie in the orange sherbert. Lil' Buff and Buffette wanted harder clues this year. Last time they make THAT mistake.

Happy Bunny Day!

PlacentiaSoccerMom · #6 Post by **PlacentiaSoccerMom** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 7:34 am

Jeff and I have always hid eggs for the girls, but this is the first year that we aren't doing it. I feel sort of sad about it, but it's time to stop. The girls used to spend Easter going through their eggs, sorting out all of the candy, so they will have to find something else to do.

The girls also get baskets. I usually make them look for the baskets but this year, I just put the baskets in their rooms.

marrymeflyfree · #7 Post by **marrymeflyfree** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 10:52 am

peacock2121 wrote:Okay - your turn.

My first memory of dyeing eggs was with my grand dad. He was always fun, and didn't care that I made a mess. He died when I was young, and I don't remember him with anything but a smile on his face. One Easter, he bought a bunch of bunnies and all the cousins and my bro and I got to name them and paint little nameplates for their hutches. We loved those rabbits, but found out some time later that they were to be eaten. But when he died a few years later, we found all the rabbit meat untouched in the freezer. They said he was never able to bring himself to eat our pets.

We had macrame Easter baskets that mom made (yay 1970s). Mine was pink and my brother's was blue, and I think they're still in my parents' attic. They were always overflowing with the best Easter candies and chocolates, but the chocolate bunnies were always sent up in the mail from my grandmother. There were a few years when mom sent us on a scavenger hunt for clues that eventually led the way to our baskets. Those years were the most fun, and we could hardly wait to get out of our church clothes to start the hunt.

In later years, little bro and I thought we were something special during Holy Week, being two of just a handful of Catholics in our school. Ash Wednesday was like show and tell with all the Protestant kids who thought our ash marks proved Catholics worshipped the devil or danced naked around Mary statues or something. We didn't dissuade them. I bet some of those kids still believe it. Dad always folded up his palm on Palm Sunday in the shape of a cross...still does, in fact. He keeps it on his dresser all year until he gets a new one.

SportsFan68 · #8 Post by **SportsFan68** » Sun Mar 23, 2008 12:08 pm

We got Easter baskets also, and I had a couple of Easter dresses. I too was adorable. As my mother so charmingly put it in those days,

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good,
she was very very good,
And when she was bad -- she was horrid.

I was too.

Much later on, she once said, "You can be very charming when you're on your best behavior." Didn't change much, I guess...

My favorite Easter memory is from my college years. Annette, my best friend in college, was renting a house with two friends. They were wonderfully compatible because they'd been raised in religious homes, and all three went to church on Sunday. They had this great idea to have Easter dinner after church that year, so the two other women invited their boyfriends, and Annette invited me, and we had the most wonderful Easter dinner and fellowship. I'm not a Christian now, and wasn't then. Still, I value that sharing and fellowship and am sure I will forever.