We decorated eggs on Good Friday with our friends Mark and Jan.
It's a long standing tradition!
And of course there must be an Easter basket in the mix! What's an Easter basket without eggs and candy?
Rick dyes his eggs raw. I do mine half raw, half are hardboiled (and turn into deviled eggs on Easter Sunday!)
And a few get used in decoration!
Easter, like all holidays, brings memories of times past. Singing in the Plymouth Church choir on Easter Sunday -- two services and a big breakfast in-between, served by my mom and dad and loads of other choir supporters. Easter baskets at home. And during college, I would often invite friends who couldn't go home for the holiday to dinner at our house. Sometimes it was quite a mix and that, too was memorable.
I don't remember these photos but I do remember that all my baskets had creamed herring, sardines and olives in them. And a half-dollar piece, which was a pretty big deal to a little kid!
It's the time of spring, of rebirth.
And this year, Easter Sunday is on the day that my mom died in 1977.
One of my fondest memories was making eggs for our tree every year. I still have a few she did -- and we did a lot!
No surprise, she was a big holiday person (it's genetic, I think!) and I'll be thinking of her today.
So, from me and the Big Bunny...
A Happy Easter, blessed Passover and good wishes for a lovely spring weekend!
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