Easter Memories

It seems that as parents we are always striving to make sure that our kid "had a better life than us". It's the common thread that I often hear among parent circles. But, I have no idea how to even go about surpassing my childhood. It was ideal. It was perfect. It was a Donna Reed dream. Easter is one of my favorite childhood memories.

Every year we would go to the Easter egg hunt at the Dallas Country Club. It was crazy! I had what I thought was the most beautiful Easter egg basket in the world. The basket was skirted in pink netting and the handle was wrapped in pink satin. It had plastic bunnies and chicks wired to it. I could fill that sucker up tons of times at the DCC Easter egg hunt. They didn't even hide the eggs. There must have been hundreds of thousands of pieces of candy scattered all over the lawn. You couldn't even look one foot without coming up on another piece of candy.

I remember dying eggs with my mom while standing in our orange lacquered kitchen chair. I'm sure everyone remembers the water, vinegar and little color tablet. I'd always try to hold that little flimsy wire loop just the right way so that I could get one color on one side and another on the other. And, in the "advanced" egg dying stages of my childhood I figured out how to hold the egg in longer to get darker or lighter colors. Ahhh... childhood!

Back in my days people really didn't wear white until after labor day. Now that has all changed. We always had a new dress for church and shiny white patton shoes and white tights. Those white tights were always so uncomfortable. Somehow the crotch would end up closer to my knees than the designated spot. It created a sort of waddle effect. Take a look at 5 year old girls wearing those thick white tights. You'll see exactly what I'm talking about!


My Grandmommie was always so on top of the holidays. She has six grandchildren. She bought everything in six's. We spent many Easter's up at the ranch. Grandmommie stocked the bunny trail for the big hunt. But, this wasn't just a little egg and candy hunt. There were REALLY GOOD finds along the way. My cousins and I looked forward to this every year. It was just like Christmas. Of course there was always a Godiva bunny for each of us at the end of the trail.

So, as you can see, I have a pretty tough act to follow. I hope to build as many memories with Morgan. We are taking him to the Flower Mound Easter festival tomorrow. I'm hosting a luncheon for the family at our house. I need to tell dad and Dan that they need to start clearing a bunny trail at the other ranch for future Bunny Trail hunts!