Thursday, April 5, 2012

E is for . . .

Every Easter Sunday when my sisters and I were little my mother used to dress us in new frilly dresses, bonnets with bows, white gloves, pretty shiny shoes and socks (we were very, very cute), and then we would go to church.  I didn't really like to go to church when I was younger.  However, I didn't mind going - not one bit - on Easter.  That may have had something to do with the candy.  Heavenly angels standing at the doors with lucious boxes of candy . . . and they were GIVING IT AWAY!!   Actually, they were just ordinary men, but to me they were angels!  Because, really, what is more heavenly than giving away candy to adorable little girls??   In my little girl eyes it could not get any better than that!!  And after church we would come home and look for our Easter baskets, which had been filled with even more sugary goodness and hidden in plain sight somewhere in the house.   I’m sure that my early Easter years have a lot to do with the sweet tooth that now curses me in my adult years.

But to counteract all that wonderful candy were the eggs.  The wonderful, beautiful, sloppily colored Easter Eggs.  I loved coloring Easter Eggs.   The newspaper inadequately covering the table, the little glasses of vinegar, the color tablets and the metal egg holders.  Placing the eggs in the egg carton and waiting impatiently for the color to dry so the eggs could be hidden.  And, finally, after FOREVER, the hunt.   Heart pounding, you hope you find as many as the other kids.   Looking in the same spot over and over, hoping against hope that an egg would be hidden there.  And when all the eggs were counted and it was announced they had all been found, when you weren't looking mom and dad make sure you had as many as the others.   And, then, it’s over.  And all of a sudden you’re not feeling so good.   

I love Easter.  For many reasons.  Easter Eggs among them.

   

26 comments:

  1. We used to dye eggs and my mom hid them. But I don't remember getting candy.
    Happy Easter, Judy!

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    1. Ruth, I wish I were there to make you an Easter basket :)

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    2. Judy, that's sweet. It's all good!:)

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  2. Hello, Fellow Challenger. I'm #424 from Rockin' Chair Reflections. Come visit when you can. Oh, the memories. What I hated most was having a brand new outfit and then the weather getting so cold, it had to be covered up with an old coat! Grrr. Love the eggs. I make Pysanky and love to pass on the skill to others. Rumor is that when no one creates a pysanki egg, the world will end.

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    1. I think I'd rather shiver than cover up my new dress :) Thanks for checking me out - I will do the same !!

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  3. Such nice memories. I loved the Easter Egg hunt at my grandmother's house. She lives out in the country and there was a huge yard and stables to search through. Love looking at the photos from those times!

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    1. That sounds really fun - especially the stable part!!

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  4. Love this. Am actually getting ready to help my grandson do his. He is 3 and keeps telling me can do it by himself. Some people have made an art of this also.

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    1. Sometimes 3 year olds make the best Easter eggs!

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  5. Oh I remember an Easter egg hunt. But it was so so so long ago..

    Some eggs are beautiful! And the candy..oh the candy...

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  6. I remember every year insisting upon colouring two dozen eggs (and therefore needing 2 colour kits), and realizing after 15 eggs that 2 dozen was WAY too many. lol My parents hid plastic eggs w/ loose change, trinkets or candy inside, plus I got baskets from them, my grandmother and my aunt & uncle. Good times. Good candy!

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    1. We had the plastic eggs with change in them too! What fun!!

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  7. Yay for Easter Eggs! My roommate and I are making them tomorrow! Awesome post and happy A-Z blogging!

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  8. We didn't dye EAster eggs but my mother must have b/c on Easter morning, after going to church, we would have an Easter basket hunt. When eventually you found your basket (hidden somewhere in the house) you got two or three hard boiled eggs and some jelly beans and maybe a chocolate bunny. To this day, I can't understand the hard boiled eggs? Really? Did we really eat them or did they simply rot in the basket until the whole house smelled like rotten eggs?

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    1. I don't think we ever ate the eggs!

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  9. When I was a child Easter didn't officially begin until we went to church. What fond memories you have :) funny thing...My parents make sure all the kids end up with the same amount of change from the eggs. They add to everyone's change until they all have the same. So funny!

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  10. I love to compare my memories with other's - so often they are very similar :)

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  11. Hahaha it reminds me of our Easter Egg hunts. All of our eggs were chocolate. Or those with the marshmallows inside. :-D

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    1. I love the ones with marshmallow :)

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  12. hoppy easter! I was sure E would be for Ecoli .. no, I didnt .. ;)

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  13. I remember those days. I wish it was as easy to find a pretty dress as a woman as it is for a little girl.

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  14. After those Easter Egg hunts of childhood, I made a rule for my kids and all their cousins. It's not finding the most, it's finding 12 the fastest! And with such an age difference between cousins, the big plastic eggs, laying in the grass, are for the Babies, not for the Big Kids. When the Uncles took over hiding eggs for the big kids, things got crazy and the hunt takes Forever, with us Moms laughing as the kids jump to try to reach an egg. Ah, good times!

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  15. Easter is my 2nd favorite holiday, Christmas coming in at #1 and I think it has as much to do with the decorations as it does the candy and eggs.. Easters growing up were very much like yours, the perfect outfit for church, the coloring of the eggs.. There were 7 of us so we always used a crayon to write our initials on the eggs before we colored them. Easter is the only time I like the smell of vinegar. :) The Easter Bunny was always more than generous with the sweets. We got solid chocolate bunnies and the biggest there were. The baskets were SO heavy! We also got gifts and everything wrapped so magically in cellophane and lots ribbons.. It was glorious.. My dad was the mastermind behind making all things magical and special in our home and I am proud to say I carry on that magic..
    Happy Easter my dear bloggee friend Judy.. My your day (and basket) be filled with blessings AND those awesome sweets n' beautiful eggs! :)

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