Easter 2013 (Photo by Son Walt)
Thanks to Husband Walter and our Georgia Skupiens, we observed family Easter egg traditions of more than five generations at our home for Easter 2013:
- Tradition 1--Dying boiled eggs on Easter eve;
The 2013 egg-coloring team:
- Tradition 2--Adults hiding eggs the next day;
- Tradition 3--Children scrambling to fill their baskets;
Easter gift for the egg hunt
Grandma Sugar, my mother-in-law, crocheted the Easter baskets above for her great-granddaughters and filled the baskets with treats and love.
That was the last Easter Grandma Sugar celebrated. She passed away in August of that year. The baskets that her great-granddaughters have used in their egg hunts ever since are a happy reminder of how much she loved her family and loved making every holiday special.
Easter Sunday morning March 31, 2013, our four visiting grands dashed about in our backyard to find the hardboiled eggs they had dyed the night before.
Sudden shrieks from Charlie sent parents, grandparents and siblings rushing to her side. An unwelcomed visitor was oozing out of a small circular crack in the egg she had just found.
It was a baby slug. Ewwww!
Seven-year-old Charlie resumed her search. She screamed again. Another slimy invader. Yuck!
- Tradition 4--Eating one or more of the colorful eggs after the hunt.
When everyone returned inside, Mom Sarah offered to peel eggs for the children. There were no takers. Neither kids nor adults indulged.
The surprise attack of icky fauna fractured the egg-eating tradition that Easter morning.
This year we again spent Easter weekend with our oldest son and his family but this time at their home. I was glad to see that they continued traditions using real eggs.
There were no slugs this year, and a few eggs disappeared along with Easter bunny candy.