I'm dreaming of a long ago Easter......
What are your Easter childhood memories? Leave me a post with your favorite Easter joys from the past. My family was always on the road for Easter, traveling the 90 miles to Quincy, Illinois, to visit my Great-Aunt Thelma. Before the trip, though, it was a flurry of early morning sunrise services, a sincerely worth-your-while Easter egg hunt sponsored by my Dad. He and Mother always prioritized the eggs with color values to equal money. Even my grown family and I enjoyed this tradition until the last year my Daddy was with us. We often had a little Easter brunch at breakfast time, packed ourselves into seriously pastel A-line coats, white shoes, and often floral purses.... and we drove to see HER!!! I loved holidays at Aunt Thelma's. She had the best recipes, the most delicious pies, meats, and deviled eggs. I loved her steep, steep staircase to her upstairs bedrooms, and I wore the lace off more than one set of ruffly panties "sliding" down the steps... (I was MUCH younger then! haha...)
One Easter morning I carefully positioned the sheet music to "Easter Parade" on my little child-sized piano. I will swear on a lie detector machine to this day there were pink bunny-sized footprints all around that sheet music when I woke up. Are they there now? Ah... brilliantly I believe so.... but we've misplaced the sheet music.
For a while in my teens I came up with a complicated treasure hunt that required skills in math, deductive reasoning, and other "fine" skills I believed I possessed at the time. My family had to solve clues, find another, and yet another clue... They were usually sweet about it, but since the clues were so drawn out and the prizes (provided by me) probably not all that fabulous, that tradition did not "stick."
My son always awakes to an Easter basket, until recently the SAME Easter basket I had.... The gifts are sometimes big, sometimes little... but the true meaning of Easter is never lost. Our family is grateful for the sacrifice and miracle of the Resurrection.
May you and yours have a lovely Easter..... Blessings to you.
One Easter morning I carefully positioned the sheet music to "Easter Parade" on my little child-sized piano. I will swear on a lie detector machine to this day there were pink bunny-sized footprints all around that sheet music when I woke up. Are they there now? Ah... brilliantly I believe so.... but we've misplaced the sheet music.
For a while in my teens I came up with a complicated treasure hunt that required skills in math, deductive reasoning, and other "fine" skills I believed I possessed at the time. My family had to solve clues, find another, and yet another clue... They were usually sweet about it, but since the clues were so drawn out and the prizes (provided by me) probably not all that fabulous, that tradition did not "stick."
My son always awakes to an Easter basket, until recently the SAME Easter basket I had.... The gifts are sometimes big, sometimes little... but the true meaning of Easter is never lost. Our family is grateful for the sacrifice and miracle of the Resurrection.
May you and yours have a lovely Easter..... Blessings to you.
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I think a very memorable Easter was one spent with my Great Aunt and Uncle in Florida. We enjoyed weather that wasn't normal for we Northerners and very freshly squeezed orange juice.
For some reason I don't remember the church service...but I was very young...
Peggy