Easter has always been an important holiday in my family. We celebrate what the church taught us, that Christ was crucified and rose from the grave three days later. I do know the “reason for the season” as folks like to say, but this post is about Easter egg hunting.
My mother was the most enthusiastic Easter celebrant in the family. I was required to hunt eggs until I was well into college. And as a little child, my favorite part was dying eggs. My grandmother took that as her special project with me when I was little, and it was always a big production, usually on Good Friday.
I never understood how the Easter Bunny got OUR eggs to hide them. And there was this one year when my sister’s fiancé, Tom, was sleeping on the sofa, which was positioned with its back to the front door. I was six years old, and I bounded down the stairs saying, “Did the Easter bunny come?” to which Tom replied, “Is that who that was? Some rabbit tried to get in the door and I slammed it on him.” Well, I was inconsolable for a while until everybody managed to assure me that it was a joke—just a bad joke. My soon to be brother-in-law had not killed the Easter bunny! Eggs were hidden in the front of the house where they should be.
For our extended family Easter and Thanksgiving have been the big gathering times. My good uncle who left us only a month or so ago loved seeing all the cousins playing at his house on the lake, but his passing has made it a little too raw to celebrate there this year, and it’s stormy at our house, so there won’t be any eggs hunted here this year.
I went looking for a picture to share with a friend this morning, and found such a wealth of Easter egg hunting photos through the years, I thought that a little photo gallery would be fun. I’m not going to caption or alt tag all these photos. IYKYK. Love you all! Happy Easter.
There's a quintessential Easter photo with my girls that I searched high and low for. I guess I've shared it year after year, but how could it just disappear???