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......
5 comments:
Angel, I loved your story so much that I read it aloud to my husband. He thought it was great. We had those simple Easters when we were young, too. Happy Easter!
thank you
I miss those real eggs! We dyed some last weekend but at the big Easter egg hunt at church it was all plastic ones. Nice and all but not the same.
I don't remember eating the eggs since they smelled a little like sulphur from the dying compound, but your blog brought back some good memories. Thanks!
We always had new hats and new gloves, too. I do remember some really big cady eggs that had beautiful Easy=ter colors on the outside and yucky white chalky candy within. Real eggs were better!!!
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