I had a pretty busy Sunday, but it was all in fun. I went and covered the Easter egg hunt a King’s Point. So many kids... so many adults. The big white Easter Bunny was there and gave me the thumbs up. I also met a large green frog... I at least I thought it was a frog, maybe it was a lizard. Cute to an adult but might be a little daunting to a small child.
Children patiently waiting for the okay to take off. Then there it went. The signal was given and it was a mad dash for the open field, tiny hands grasping brightly colored plastic baskets or plastic bag whipping in the wind. The little ones got to go first to give them a fighting chance to get something. There was no need as brightly colored eggs peeked up between blades of spring grass all the way to the lake.
Pretty neat thing to witness, but I had one little problem. The parents ran along with the kids picking up the eggs as fast as they could, scooping up eggs and stuffing them into their childrens’ baskets. Now come on. There should be some rule that any parent who had kid older than 4 has to stay back on the lines. It’s for the kids - let them have their day. Be a spectator not a participant.
Easter in my day was probable better than Christmas for me. The air is fresh with smell of sweet grass and spring flowers peaking their heads above ground. We usually had Good Friday off from school so it was play day until time for church.
Saturday afternoon the festivities began. There were five of us kids, four girls and boy. Mom would boil two dozen eggs. We would mix the colors for dying the eggs. Do you remember water and vinegar together and then drop in the little color tablet in the cup and stir to dissolve them into red, blue and yellow? If you wanted something else you needed to know your color wheel to mix it up. The egg kit came with this dumb little looped wire you were suppose to put your egg in and dip into the mixture. Never worked. A spoon was teh proper tool. There was also a white wax stick you could use to write on the egg before you dipped it. We all had to have at least one with our name on it. Never turned out looking cool. And of course you always had to see if you could make a rainbow egg. I don’t know how many times you had an egg when dying was done that would be a cross between puke green or dingy grey. With all that done it was back to playing outside. The eggs were in a bowl on the table for the Easter Bunny to hide when he came that night.
One year I remember my brother, Johnny and me, were going to wait up all night so we could see the Easter Bunny. Mom told us he wouldn’t come until we were all asleep. She would leave the kitchen light on for him.
So we went to bed and pretended to go to sleep. From time to time we would sneak to see if the egg bowl was still full. We tried so hard. The wee hours of morning crept upon us and the dark sky turn to silver gray. Still no bunny. Mom was right; he wouldn’t come until we went to sleep. We snuggled down into the covers and let sleep takes us.
We woke early and ran to the kitchen - the eggs were gone. We weren’t allowed to start hunting until everyone was up.
We raised rabbits. My sister Patricia thought it would be cool to get a couple of rabbits and put them in our parents’ beds before they woke up. Seemed like such a good idea at the time. That was until we burst into their room with the rabbits and caught them... well let’s say... engaged in activity little children should not see. Man did we getting a chewing out.
After the air cleared from our misfortunate bunny drop, my parents came out and acted as if nothing happened. Cool. Time for the egg hunt. Rules, eggs were fair game. If you found one of the Easter baskets and it didn’t have your egg in it you were to leave it alone. Those Easter baskets... the crap they put in those things. Jelly beans of course, brightly colored malted milk eggs, marshmallow eggs, those God awful eggs with the hard shell that tasted like perfume and then all yellow in a row, smiling up at you like some villain... Peeps. Who in God’s name eats Peeps? Then of course we all got the chocolate bunny. Biggest decision of the day was what to bite off it first - the butt or the head. Ears are pretty tasty.
This was the best time. Later that day the smell of baked ham permeated the air. Grandpa and Grandma would come over and a few cousins. We played some more, had a fat and sassy Easter dinner. We played outside while the adults played 500.
By the end of the day we were beat. All the good candy had been eaten long ago. All that remained in my basket were the sick marshmallow eggs, the jellybeans, and the nasty Peeps.
Now that’s Easter.