Of course I knew it was Easter time, because Dad was a pastor. I also knew what Easter meant, and why we celebrated the day. I knew about the resurrection because I was always impressed and amazed at the BIG OLD ROUND stone I had seen in pictures. As a child I wanted to see an angel roll that big dude out of the way.
AS important as that is to an adult, I’m sorry, that took second place to the little preacher’s kid. I cannot remember when I did not love boiled eggs, I could eat a few of them. To me Easter was, THE EASTER EGG HUNT!
There were no plastic or rubber Easter eggs, they were all real chicken eggs. Some times, even double yolk eggs.
I got to watch Stella and her mom dye eggs. Kids are different now, no patience with that silly wire thing. Stella ended up using her hands. I mean eggs had to go in all the dye cups, not just one. Maybe 2-3 seconds in each.
But my memory was the Dye kit, I thought I would never forget that name. (but I have) plus eggs, little transfer decals, the little wire rack and vinegar was used for something.
Holding the eggs half way in to have a two tone egg. OH, but my favorite was the ‘magic, invisible wax stick. I could hardly wait to see what I had drawn.
At our church back then there was no children’s church so we ‘had to’ sit and endure a sermon, all the time knowing someone was outside hiding ‘thousands of eggs’ okay I guess it was dozen’s of eggs, but I could see thousands.
After church, the Easter Egg Hunt. We ran searching years later someone came up with the golden or special egg, but back then they were all special to me, they were boiled eggs. My only hope was that I did get some that were easy to peel.
I loved ‘DEVILED EGG SANDWICHS’. That seemed odd to me, mama made delicious sandwiches the next week from Easter Eggs, which all of a sudden were part of the Devil’s eggs.
Dressing up Easter was never my thing, but boiled eggs sure were. It was years before I saw a chocolate egg or bunny. But if I had to choose, I would have taken the boiled egg in a second.
Have a great Easter.
I do pray you all have a blessed Easter, it is the most important celebration for Christians.
To think that somewhere on this earth saying: “I am a Christian” will get you murdered, breaks my heart.
I asked my friend Fred, who lived in Kenya for many years, “Is it dangerous?”
He looked at me seriously and said, “It can be.”
Now we all know.