Since today is Easter Monday, I thought I’d share some of my Easter memories.
Growing up, I don’t ever remember Mom coloring eggs, and I really don’t recall the “Easter Bunny” visiting. I do have a very old stuffed bunny that Mom says the Easter Bunny brought to me when I was very young.
I do recall usually getting a new spring dress and shoes for church. Sometimes the weather was still cool, so it was disappointing to have to wear a coat over that new frock.
Mom and I attended church regularly, and I remember hearing the hymn “Low In The Grave He Lay” for the first time. It was such a dramatic song, I came home and practiced it over and over on the piano. It’s still one of my favorites.
When Marshall came along, the Easter bunny brought him a basket each year. This was probably the spring he was nearly two. His Easter goodies that year were in this little wagon, which he soon determined was barely large enough for him to fit in.
And the year he was maybe four, I decided to make him a pair of pants and a jacket. What a chore to get that little guy to keep trying on those clothes til I could get them just right. He’ll know which Super-hero action figure he’s holding in this picture. This was taken as we were leaving for church that morning.
Sleepy-head checking out his basket, probably the Easter he was five. Once again, he’s holding a Super-hero figure. (That Super-hero fascination lasted for several years.)
One of my favorite memories of Easters with Marshall took place the afternoon after his kindergarten class egg hunt. We brought home all the eggs he found (the individually wrapped candy ones). I spent the afternoon hiding them in our front yard, and he enjoyed hunting for and finding them. I hope he comments on this post about whether he remembers that.
Hopefully you have pleasant Easter memories, too.
~These Days Of Mine~
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Lots of sweet photos of past Easters. I have a few of mine but I don’t think my Dad was much of a photographer so when I say “few” I mean it! I always looked forward to Easter as much as Christmas though. I clearly remember asking my Mom how on earth the Easter Bunny could visit so many houses and hide so many eggs! She said he had helpers……
Pam
I do have a memory (memories) of hunting easter eggs at home, but it’s not a very strong one because I don’t think we did it there all that many times. I remember hunting them at Granny’s and at that spot next to school back in the day ! – and that’s Hawkman, by the way – but it looks to be him in both pics ??
Sweet photos. Hope you had a lovely Easter Sunday.
AWW, those superheroes. Such sweet pictures and memories of Easter past. It was always fun to find the ‘missed’ Easter egg about a month later in the yard………….