Saturday, April 11, 2009

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.

4 comments:

Becky K. said...

Love these memories.

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...

Kathy's Red Door Welcome said...

Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog. I remember my mother dragging my sister and I out of bed at 5:00 o'clock in the morning to go to the sunrise service at the Hollywood Bowl. She always packed a thermos of hot chocolate and took us to the Pancake House for breakfast after the service. You can always entice me to get out of bed with the promise of feeding me something yummy. Some things never change! L.O.L. Have a lovely Easter!

Peggy. said...

Happy Easter!
Peggy

Anonymous said...

My oldest sister Evalee always came home with her husband and my neice Jonna (two years younger than me) at Easter. We would dye dozens of eggs at the kitchen table, and while my mom took us "girls" to Easter service in our new finery (always chiffon-y dresses, white patent leather shoes and white pocketbooks), my dad and brother-in-law would hide candy eggs in our orchard for the "hunt." We always got a store-bought basket as well...usually the Easter Bunny left that on the teeter-totter. I always had an egg hunt for my own girls in our backyard every easter...right up through high school. It got tough finding stuff for teenagers that would fit into those plastic eggs. They got lots of new earrings for Easter.