Easter Memories

Dragging the basket bin from the basement and trying to remember whose is whose as I prepare to fill them brings many of my own Easter memories to mind.

Growing up we celebrated Easter mostly, meaning, usually celebration happened unless we were in a time or season when it didn’t. There are things that I remember happening around the holiday and things that I remember wishing would happen and then things that actually happened.

Things that I remember happening are dying eggs, having them hidden, and getting Easter baskets. Things that remember wishing would happen are that I would get one of those amazing ready-made, cellophane-wrapped baskets with a chocolate bunny in it and tons of novelties, candy, and toys. Things that actually happened were whatever my parents could pull off in whatever season of life they were trying to survive.

Dying Eggs
There was this rule about eggs akin to the one about swimming after eating lunch. After the eggs were boiled, they had to rest in the refrigerator at least overnight. So asking to dye eggs meant that we would get to do it, just not that day. The large pot was hauled out to boil the eggs, and they sat in the refrigerator overnight or longer if there was a special circumstance.

Egg-dying took place in Mom’s wedding china pattern tea cups. That is what they were used for ~ the egg-dying cups. It is the only time I remember getting them out, those white china with the wide black pattered stripe around the top and the silver edging cups. What else would you use to drop the colored tablet and add vinegar and water to?

I don’t remember the actual process other than sometimes using a crayon to write on the eggs. I can only filter how stressful it must have been through my own mothering experience as I am the firstborn of seven. When I was ten, there were five younger than me. That is a lot of littles trying to color eggs.

Egg Hiding
There was not such thing as hiding plastic eggs back in my day. Maybe there was, and we just didn’t use them. What happened in our house was that the real eggs that we colored would be hidden around the living room to be found when we woke in the morning. I have only one vivid memory of finding real eggs, and that is of my dad seeming stressed that there was still an egg at large that hadn’t been found. At the time, I didn’t understand the big deal.

Maybe we only did that real egg hiding thing one time.

Easter Baskets
We got Easter baskets on Easter morning. I wonder how my parents worked that out? I have a vivid memory of my brother, Nick, getting an upside-down cowboy hat as a basket when he was a preschooler. That seemed so special. As a parent I can also see the pragmatic side of panic when the realization that another kid needs a basket hits, and something useful is found.

I can also see it as being different, hence, memorable.

Chocolate Bunnies
This really happened ~ once. One time there was a foil- wrapped bunny in my Easter basket along with a sticker book, little packets of snacks, and other non-candy treats. It was the basket of my dreams for about five minutes.

Upon closer examination, those little snack packets were sesame stick snacks. They were a twig-like texture covered with bumpy seeds. The wrapped bunny was not chocolate, but carob, and sucked the moisture out of my mouth completely as I bit into an ear with gusto. I am sure there are things are more disappointing to a child than thinking a foil-wrapped carob bunny is real chocolate, but none come quickly to my mind.

<b>Carob</b> solid Chuckle <b>Bunny</b> Shapes 120g Of COURSE they are chuckling!

As a parent, I totally get alternative treat ideas. I understand trying to limit sugar for a number of reasons. I am the one who says that you know you have crossed to adulthood when the candy aisle becomes about behavior issues and dental bills rather than fun. But on Easter morning, That just ain’t right!

My son asks the question, What did you do with it? after I let him preview the post. It’s like tofu for meat, he comments.

I don’t remember. Do any of my siblings remember the Healthy Crunchy Co-op Easter Basket fiasco? What did you do with your bunny?

This is the part where I give a shout out to my parents for the effort they made to make Easter fun. Sitting on the other side of the equation, I understand the struggle to keep proper focus, to limit sugar intake, to want to make memories.

Thanks for the memories! I know my kids have a pile of their own that will be a topic for another time!

And, Sibbies, does any of this ring true for you? What was YOUR Easter experience growing up?

4 thoughts on “Easter Memories

  1. Stephanie

    I have memories of dying eggs and them being hidden for me and Greg to find on Easter morning. I remember one Easter when there was a tall wooden CD rack where the leather recliner now is and my not so good grip caused an egg to crash it’s way to the bottom cracking as it hit each row. Pretty sure I ate that one sliced on toast with butter and salt first.

    And there was one Easter I came down to find Greg’s basket overflowing with eggs as he exclaimed he already found them all. I think Mom or Dad made him rehide them so I could find them.

    I also remember the times the big brown box came out with Mason jars full of dye, beeswax chunks, candles, and stylists. Pysanky eggs! We did them at school, and also at home a few times. That would be something I would like to do again!

    The biggest Easter memory I have is one where mom was sick and Dad took me dress shopping. I ended up with a frilly pink dress with lace and never felt more like a princess.

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  2. Julie

    Thanks for sharing these, Steph! It made me smile to see Easter from your perspective, especially Greg with all of the eggs. I never did Psanky eggs but remember Dad doing them at school. I thought of it especially on the day of our Easter party when it was all I could do to get my kids to glue tissue paper on paper mache eggs! No way would melting anything with candles be happening on my watch! haha. Love you lots!

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  3. Sharon

    I remember the China tea cups you described. It was easy to have the same size cup to measure the vinegar and wanted combo. The hunt for the real eggs is definitely cemented in my memory. I don’t have much recollection about Easter baskets but do remember the green plasticy grass that would serve as a liner. I remember mostly the Easters I spent at mom and dad’s with our kids and had early morning sunrise service out on the farm. Those are special memories for me. Sarah had leppy dressed up in bitty baby clothes and the boys enjoying the brunch. The Easter egg hunts for the kids with dad’s loose change. Easter Sunday with dad in Beijing on a beautiful clear day (which never happens) at a church where the gospel was shared and intricately decorated eggs passed out to visitors as we walked away. The taxi driver who brought dad his Bible after we forgot it in the taxi. Those are some of my long term memory Easter memories. I love your words and your willingness to share stories. They stir memories for me and give me space and time to ponder what may have been forgotten. Love you, sis.

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    1. Julie Post author

      Thank you for sharing your perspective. It is always so interesting to see the things that “stick,” so the egg hunt must have been a real thing. I enjoyed your memories from adulthood and with your children, as well. Love you so much!!!

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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.