Easter memories from childhood…
–Cleaning the house from top to bottom on Saturday.
–Helping dad wash the car–for me it was usually scrubbing the white wall tires and hubcaps.
–Taking Easter food to church on Holy Saturday to be blessed (my wife’s family).
–Getting haircuts at Jerry the Barber’s.
–The Saturday night bath before Easter–scrub behind the ears real good!
–The Easter bunny couldn’t hold a candle to Santa Claus.
–Coloring eggs and writing your name or “Happy Easter” in wax that would appear magically when you dyed them.
–Easter egg hunts.
–Finding an Easter basket waiting for you on Easter morning–fake grass, yellow cellophane, funky colored basket but chocolate bunnies, eggs, jelly beans and more–all good!
–Only being allowed one piece of candy before breakfast and church–not so good.
–Sunrise services. Sometimes outdoors. Chilly sometimes but loved the play on the idea of sunrise and the Son’s rising! Favorite time was gathering with a youth group in Mill Creek Park.
–Getting dressed for church in your Easter best. Still remember my blue blazer with a “coat of arms” on the pocket. Cool!
–When you got older, looking at all the girls who always seemed to dress up much better than us boys.
–Easter services. Along with Christmas, the most joyful music of the year. The black drape on the cross replaced with white. Saying, almost shouting together, “He is risen! He is risen, indeed!”
–Easter dinner. Ham, sweet potatoes, green bean casserole. Family gatherings. Going for a walk afterward around the block to work off a full stomach. More Easter candy.
–Going out to Daffodil Hill on Lake Newport. The air so fresh and everything looks and smells new as the trees are budding out, the grass greening up.
–Putting the basketball away and getting out my baseball glove. Batter up!
–With the coming of spring, realizing only a couple more months until school is out.
On so many levels Easter was about coming back to life. Of course, there was the event of Christ rising from the dead that all Christians celebrated–Protestant, Catholic, and Orthodox (not always on the same date). But there was also the marvelous sense of the world coming alive again after what seemed like endless winter. All of this is what I still love about Easter.
What are your Easter memories?