Easter then....one of the few real memories I have of Easter when I was growing up is of hunting Easter eggs. I had an aunt who would hide the eggs for me again and again. I loved hunting for them, even though I'm sure they were re-hidden in pretty much the same places over and over. I grew up in Tulsa, Oklahoma and remember going to an Easter parade a few times when I was pretty young. I'm sure it was a downtown merchant's thing, but it was pretty exciting to me at the time.
I do have some pictures from about 1950 that show me and my brother decked out in our Easter finery. I remember nothing about these being taken, but I'm glad I have them.
I'm pretty sure my brother was no where near as fond of me as he looks in this picture. He is 5 years older and I think I was pretty much the bane of his life when we were kids.
Easter now....They apparently had an Easter egg hunt when Dodger was at doggy day-care on Thursday. They said most all the dogs quickly figured out there were dog treats in the eggs and deftly popped them open to get to the treats. As usual, Dodger didn't have much to say about it, but it looks like he had fun.
More Easter now.....I got to dye Easter eggs with some of my grandkids earlier this week. The older kids had fun making their own colors my mixing the dyes and they made some special eggs for their two cousins that weren't there. (My daughter Jill may not love me for posting this picture)
My daughter Joanna can do almost anything while holding 18 month old Beck on one hip.
What are your memories from your childhood Easters?