Sunday, April 12, 2009
Yesterday we all piled in two cars and went to my son's house. It was #6's birthday. She is 2. They had her a nice birthday party and egg hunt.
It was a lot of fun. And as I stood on the porch looking out over all the kids hunting eggs, I kept hearing this. "Look I found a real egg!" Somebody had brought some real eggs to hide. It made me feel nostalgic. We always hunted eggs at Aunt Gladys' house on Sunday after church. All the kids from church hunted eggs at her house. Why at her house? I don't know we just did. There were no chocolate Easter eggs, no Peeps, no chocolate Easter Bunnies, and I didn't get a present from the Easter Bunny, I had the same Easter basket every year, with new "grass." I did get a new dress every year and sometimes Mama would make her and I a dress to match--that was always my favorite. Easter was all about Jesus--not about the Easter Bunny.
After we found all the eggs, the mothers would divide them all up to make sure that nobody was left out, and then we would all gather under the pine trees and eat our eggs with salt and pepper.
That is one of my favorite memories.....Aunt Gladys' house, the breeze blowing through the pines and my friends and I eating our Easter eggs......