Easter Memories

For some reason the strangest things went on around Easter in our house growing up.. but i learned alot of valuable lessons lol

One Easter,  we woke up before our parents, got our Easter Baskets, went crazy eating candy.. i was little i didn't know the latter effect it had.. we got dressed in our new easter clothes.. this year we gathered together in a big van and went to a neighbors church which was miles away,i remember it being stuffy and smelted of perfume, i wanted to stick my nose out the window like a puppy.. anyways we got there, when you are little church is kind of boring so all you really do is look around and be on best behavior, then you trot over the sunday class with all the kids,thats a little better in there.. suddenly i began to feel like this...  thinking back thats probably the look on my face.. when the teacher finally notices me i'm looking like this..  amp; she runs over and starts directing me to the restroom, too late.. its flying out every where.. i'm heaving shes pushing me along.. i can't beleive i threw up in church..  :'( forever i felt like something was wrong with me.. i learned to never eat alot of Easter candy before church.. wait till AFTER church..

Another time, we woke up, got our easter baskets, got dressed and were sent off to church up the street, we were walking along wishing people happy easter,got to church hugged everyone and sending happy easter messages, til someone finally told us.. it's not easter it's next sunday... how embarrasing..   we walked back home, walked in the house and our faces were like this..  >:( "mom how could you do this to us?" they must think we are some nutty family on the block and my parents were like this..  .. they both mistaked it for that sunday.. lesson learned.. sometimes parents can be wrong, but they do make up for their mistakes.... the best thing was we got another easter that following sunday

We always had the big easter hunt in our yard, all the kids from the hood would come over,my father was the egg hider, he'd  fill them with lots of candy and money, there was always the big golden egg, he'd put 10 bucks in, and the big purple egg would have the map of where all the eggies were.. he'd hide them eggies so hard  we'd be hours searching, til i had my own child i realized why.. lol.. kept us busy.. anyways years later we would find eggs he hid if we didn't find the map egg.. lesson learned.. hmm.. there wasn't one..

Another Easter.. we got a bunny, the bunny laid raisins and jelly beans, i told that to my sister, she started eating them and had that face like these are kind of good, she'd tilt her face with this chewing smile..    my face was like this..    and then..  hey.. give me one.. thats when my mom walked in..i got in alot of trouble and i still feel bad.. lesson learned.. you cannot eat bunny poo, your sister is not a test dummy cuz she's smarter than what you think she is.. (i almost ate them myself)

Some nice (and not so nice) memories there Imagin.  

Our Easter as children was very very different.  

We would start off with boiled eggs and soldiers.  The eggs were always painted different colours.  Then we would have my Mum's home made Hot X Buns - they were the best and the smell in that kitchen was to die for.

After that, we would hunt for our egg....note no plural there....but it was always a beautiful egg wrapped in cellophane with a sugar made coloured flower on top.  

These were happy times and thank you so much for the reminder.

blue

We always woke up and searched around the house for our Easter baskets. If I found someone else's I knew it wasn't mine and left it without saying a word. If it had little trinkets that I liked I knew it was mine. My mom dressed me up in girly dresses and even hats some years.

Next stop was Grandmas's house and got Easter baskets from her. We always dyed our eggs the day before. The Easter meal was usually ham. Those were the days. Good times. 

Blue.. that sounds so sweet, humble and traditional.. everytime you smell that smell it will remind you of those young and fun Easter days,..  but what do you mean by soldiers?

Lips and Froggy, yours sounds like mine and how the coming event of Easter was.. if i remember right we dyed eggs the night before, which was a family event, i do remember dying eggs special for relatives and ourselves, like with a name or certain color we'd do this for each other.. and those eggs were hidden in the house for just us to find.. we had either ham or turkey for the Easter dinner.. i remember bubbles too, coloring books and paint sets would keep us busy..

Gosh there is alot that goes into Easter as a child, and how our parents cared to bring it to us so specially.. i miss it all...

I really miss it too. I wish i could still get a Easter basket! My mom spoiled the heck out of us come holiday time. I think part of the reason was because when she was a little girl they had some pretty hard times and couldn't really afford too much financially so she more than made up for it with her own kids.

Thanks Imagin.  You are right about that smell.

Soldiers - bread or toast sliced into finger-size pieces for dunking in your egg.  I even found a video on how to make them HERE.

blue

Easter memories.....the day before, get my hair pressed and shirley temple curls, white patent leather shoes, pink frilly dresses, white hat with a ribbon and white gloves, my great grandmother, Mary Magdeline Kessee, going to church and saying an Easter poem, remembering that Christ died on the cross and awoke 3 days later, Easter lillies, easter dinner, jelly beans, dying Easter Eggs, and when all the family were alive and we were really a family, memories are treasured and not measured, I loved Easter and the memories.