Easter used to be one of my favorite holidays as a child- we would always get new dresses to wear- big baskets full of chocolate and jellybeans, eggs and one "must have" gift. We would color eggs the night before and of course they never looked as nice as the ones on the box, but they were our own creations.
I loved going to church and seeing all the lilies up on the alter, hearing the Easter Story and singing some of my favorite hymns. My grandpa and grandma always sat in the row behind me and about half way through the serman grandpa would always slip me a lifesaver or a certs. It was the best!
We always went up to my Great Aunts for dinner and the much anticipated Easter Egg Hunt. There was a gold goose egg also in the mix and if you found that, the story was that you would have good luck the whole year. I loved opening that door and smelling all of that good food cooking in the kitchen. ( I can almost smell it now if I try hard enough to picture it in my mind) The kitchen was always busy with activity- Aunts stirring and mixing- opening and closing cupbards. My aunt lived in an old farm house that had a porch that wrapped all the way around the house- she also had a big tricycle that had a huge front wheel and two little wheels in the back- my cousins and myself would take turns riding that around the porch- we sat up really high and thought we were so cool. It was always a good time.
Things have changed since my aunt died- now we still have Easter, but there is no longer a goose egg in the egg hunt- the tricycle has been replaced with skateboards and scooters. The size of the family has grown and time is different.
