Reflecting on past Easters

hoosieroriginal · ‎03-04-2012

I was thinking of past Easters as a child. My mom would make several dishes to take to my aunt and uncle's house - she would always make us look at the dishes and promise not to eat out of any of my aunt's dishes (my aunt was very different from my mom and didn't have the cleanest house). We would get there in our pretty little dresses and our Buster Brown shoes and sit on the couch and watch my four boy cousins running around the house screaming at the top of their lungs. We weren't allowed to partake of course. I used to envy those boys, their lives so much different from ours - their parents took everything in stride - lived very simply, didn't have a lot and were just the happiest of families. I remember my uncle used to call my aunt his bride and every time he did she would just giggle and blush (she had the cutest giggle that I can still remember).

Cookie2025 · ‎03-10-2010

@hoosieroriginal wrote:
I was thinking of past Easters as a child. My mom would make several dishes to take to my aunt and uncle's house - she would always make us look at the dishes and promise not to eat out of any of my aunt's dishes (my aunt was very different from my mom and didn't have the cleanest house). We would get there in our pretty little dresses and our Buster Brown shoes and sit on the couch and watch my four boy cousins running around the house screaming at the top of their lungs. We weren't allowed to partake of course. I used to envy those boys, their lives so much different from ours - their parents took everything in stride - lived very simply, didn't have a lot and were just the happiest of families. I remember my uncle used to call my aunt his bride and every time he did she would just giggle and blush (she had the cutest giggle that I can still remember).

The good part is you realized not every Family was like your own family ... and they set an example of a loving household.

QVCkitty1 · ‎05-23-2015

I was an only child, and got the most amazing Easter baskets, I wish I had one now. LOL. We had this amazing poodle, she was so smart, she would hunt for and find her Easter basket. This was before we knew that chocolate was bad for dogs. Fortunately my sweet doggy was ok with the chocolate. My mom made every holiday so special, and then it was off to grandma's house, for more goodies, Good times and great memories. 🐰🌷🐰

" You are entitled to your opinion. But you are not entitled to your own facts."
Daniel Patrick Moynihan

docsgirl · ‎03-09-2010

It's funny that I found this thread as I just received an e-mail from my best childhood friend recalling our past Easters. We grew up next door to each other and we had brand new, hand sewn outfits made by our moms. We also had matching hats to go with as well as new patent leather Mary Janes with lace trimmed socks. Pictures were taken on our front lawns and we have those precious photos to this day. We have one picture of us standing on the lawn holding our huge Easter baskets. My son is 50 years of age and I still send him an Easter basket. My friend and I are both in our 70's but treasure those precious memories of a wonderful childhood. Thanks for a trip down memory lane.

A happy and blessed Easter to all who are rejoicing in His glorious Resurrection. docsgirl

FrostyBabe1 · ‎05-09-2016

We always got stiff, starchy, itchy, uncomfortable fro-fro dresses from our great aunts for Easter (and Christmas). Hated them! So did my mom, as they had to be ironed everytime you looked at them, but we had to wear them for at least the part of the day we were with them. There was always a big family dinner of some sort after church, but Easter was strictly a religious holiday in our family, so no Easter baskets or candy.

~The more someone needs to brag about how wonderful, special, successful, wealthy or important they are, the greater the likelihood that it isn't true. ~

pupwhipped · ‎03-11-2010

A most vivid memory for me was when I was around four years old. I woke up to see my Easter basket resting on the bed headboard above me...those were the days of those bookshelf type headboards. Anyway, I was so excited, jumping up and down and squealing over my basket! My mom and dad then tell me the Easter Bunny had just delivered it and if I would run fast I might could catch him and thank him. I go tearing through the house to the front door and out on the porch looking all around for that rascally rabbit. "Darn," my parents say, "you just missed him."

My dear parents loved to pull that stunt on me. Over the years I chased after my fair share of Bunnies, Santas, and maybe even a Tooth Fairy. And to this day I have yet to catch one. HA!!!

Cookie2025 · ‎03-10-2010

@docsgirl wrote:
It's funny that I found this thread as I just received an e-mail from my best childhood friend recalling our past Easters. We grew up next door to each other and we had brand new, hand sewn outfits made by our moms. We also had matching hats to go with as well as new patent leather Mary Janes with lace trimmed socks. Pictures were taken on our front lawns and we have those precious photos to this day. We have one picture of us standing on the lawn holding our huge Easter baskets. My son is 50 years of age and I still send him an Easter basket. My friend and I are both in our 70's but treasure those precious memories of a wonderful childhood. Thanks for a trip down memory lane.

A happy and blessed Easter to all who are rejoicing in His glorious Resurrection. docsgirl

My Son is 23 and I was wondering about making him an Easter basket this year. In fact I did NOT make him and the GF an Easter basket nor the Grand Dog and Grand Kitties !

RedTop · ‎09-01-2010

@hoosieroriginal,

Your Easter memories sound a lot like mine. I recently had a conversation with my Mom about my Easter memories, and what I remember most is being Mamaw's little dress up doll.

From the age of 4-11, there was always a special shopping excursion to buy my Easter dress and new black patent leather shoes. On Easter Sunday, I barely got to see my basket of goodies before Mom dropped me off at my grandparents house, so my Sunday School teacher Mamaw could take me to church. I was always dressed to a T with a curly hair covered by a stylish hat, frilly dress held out by a crinoline petticoat, white gloves, white lace socks, black shiny shoes, and my pocketbook with money for Sunday School. By the time we got to my grandparents house after church, Mom and my aunt were there cooking Easter dinner.

Mamaw enjoyed showing off her grandchildren to her church friends; I played my part well, but my cousin and brother were a little harder for her to keep up with, so they didn't go as much as I did, unless other family members were there.

My last Easter dress was when I was in 6th grade, and Mamaw gave up her Sunday School position that summer.

I did not raise my girls with frilly Easter dresses and shiny black shoes. The Easter Bunny brought a chocolate bunny, a piece of jewelry, nightgowns, coloring books, and whatever small toy was popular at the time.

Drythe · ‎07-09-2011

There were 23 of us first cousins. My wonderful Grandmother colored and hid eggs everywhere for us. After Easter service and lunch we were turned loose to capture those eggs. A circus!

Wish so much she was still here.

"Animals are not my whole world, but they have made my world whole" ~ Roger Caras

De Anna · ‎01-02-2017

Every Easter my family, would either go to my Grandparent's or Aunt and Uncles house after church. That was the only time, (Easter) I recall my Dad going to church, in his one and only suit. Years later, I found out because of the respect he had for my Grandma, my Moms, Mother, that when she would ask him to go to Church on Easter, he would go, no questions asked. Then after church, we would go to one of the two houses and have a Easter egg hunt, and dinner. The whole family was there, each family brought a dish. What great memories. This also reminded me of a picture my sister and I took together at Easter.I am going to see if I can get a negative made from it, and have it enlarged for my sister. This was probaly in the late 60's. How I miss those times, and my famiy. Thank goodness for happy memories and family. Happy Easter!