By Jeff Salter
Of course, I know the real point of Easter Sunday has nothing to do with bunnies, egg hunts, or candy. And it’s not supposed to be about new dresses with frilly gloves and bonnets and shiny shoes. [Or, for boys, a scratchy new sports coat and a new button-down shirt with an itchy stiff collar.]
But those are the contemporary trappings for many who take notice of this special day. Consequently, most memories of childhoods at Easter time likely involve something about baskets of candy and more-dressy-than-regular clothing.
Childhood memories
And, yes, I have such memories.
My favorite aspect of Easter was dyeing eggs. I still remember that pungent smell of vinegar (and boiling ? water?) which was mixed with different concentrated tablets to make those several cups of vivid coloring.
Actually, regarding the outfits, I don’t recall the clothes. I more remember seeing those old black-&-white snapshots … and recall that I always felt gawky and uncomfortable in the clothing. In my case, however, it usually was NOT new clothing. My family practiced the time-honored tradition of hand-me-downs … so my ‘new’ trousers were my big brother’s old slacks and most likely didn’t fit me at all. Same for the shirts and sports coats. My parents splurged on the shoes, however, likely because they realized the physical harm of wearing wrong-sized shoes.
But the candy was perhaps the biggest snack event of the year. At no other time in my childhood were we lavished with tasty treats containing absolutely NO nutritional value whatsoever. It was wonderful.
I had different tastes than the others in my family, however. It seemed everybody else liked something called “Heavenly Hash” and another called “Gold Bricks”. I didn’t care for either of those, but I would eagerly trade with siblings for other goodies which I DID enjoy.
My all time favorite, of course, was pure milk chocolate. Most, I suppose, were molded as a bunny, and I loved both the solid and the hollow types. Still do, in fact.
One of the biggest retail days of the year – for me and my brother – was the Monday after Easter, when we’d ride bikes to town and visit the dime stories and drug stores looking for half-price candy. We never had a lot of money to spend, so having it go twice as far was a real victory.
Grown-up reflections
As a grown-up, I still like to catch the candy on sale. I have a bit more money now, but still relish the bargain prices.
And I love seeing the grandkids get excited — about the new clothes, the basket of candy, and hunting eggs.
Yeah, the oldest grandkids already know that Easter is really about our risen Savior, rather than a benevolent bunny, but it’s still fun to see the excitement in the eyes of the littlest ones.
Questions:
What do you remember about childhood Easter time?
Do you have a favorite candy?
You’ll have to wait until tomorrow for my favorite candy, Jeff! But, OH, those highly-anticipated Easter baskets! The kids today don’t understand the uniqueness of the candy, in type and volume, that we experienced as kids, huh? I think, since we had less, that we had more in a way, don’t you think? It was all so very special.
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For all the years I can remember at home, I had the same basket each year. I think they may have been second hand when my mom got them. My older brother had one nearly identical but there were some color variations which made them easily distinguishable. My younger sister had one of a diff. style… perhaps hers was actually purchased at a real store!
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Same kind of memories. Back in the early days, new dress, hat, gloves, and patent shoes etc. then as I got older that whole glove/hat thing passed out of the culture and it was just a dress and shoes. I always got a white chocolate bunny as a kid because regular chocolate was a migraine trigger for me- I was happy when I outgrew that trigger so I could indulge in reg. choc.
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wow… white choc. bunny. Albino!
As a youngster I don’t think I ever even SAW white choc.
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White chocolate bunnies for my sister will be mentioned in my post tomorrow,. They started coming into fashion quite a bit later than the milk chocolate ones.
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My mom had to hunt long and hard. She scored every time. Usually a lamb though.
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your mom gets extra Mom credit for all that effort.
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Use to love those big chocolate eggs with different flavors of cream inside. Especially like candy with pecans inside.
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What brand were those eggs, Andrew? That’s not ringing a bell with me. Of course, in my childhood household, it was pretty much the same stuff every year. Ha.
Always liked pecans — with or without choc.
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Jeff, Can’t remember the brand. This is the way they looked and this one was 16 ounces:
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Oh, okay … I remember seeing these in stores. We never got them. I bet they were too expensive. Surely looks GOOD though. Probably messy, too. Ha.
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Jeff, They were messy and it was a job to eat one of those big eggs, but it was worth every minute. Had no idea how much they cost. I think they are harder to find today.
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Yeah, I can imagine you’d have to eat the whole thing in one sitting. The eggs with creme inside didn’t do well to leave them unfinished. LOL
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I especially like the chocolate eggs with coconut inside. Dentists just love Easter, since that keeps them busy for a couple of weeks, with all the cavities and toothaches.
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Funny, I don’t remember that cocoanut filled egg either. Are you sure you lived in Louisiana?
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I am sure I lived in Louisiana having lived in Pineville, Louisiana from 1946 – 1962 when I took basic at Ft. Polk. I distinctly remember the coconut eggs.
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Yeah, I guess that qualifies as state residence … LOL
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Have lived in Louisiana from 1946-1962, 1966-2007 when we moved to Tennessee for 3 years and then 2010-2013 since moving back to Louisiana.That is a total of 60 years in Louisiana. Hope to live here a lot longer if this Stage III cancer doesn’t get me first.
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Your in-state record beats me by a mile.
I was in LA from
mid 1956 to mid 65 (9 yrs)
skipped a year
mid 66 to mid 68 (2 yrs)
skipped a year
mid 69 to Jan 71 (1.5 yrs)
active duty USAF
mid 74-mid 2006 (32 yrs)
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Jeff, That is still a lot of years in one state. Thank you for your service in the Air Force.
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Your service was Army, as I recall …
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Yes, I was in the Army Reserve from October 1962-April 1963 serving at Ft. Polk, LA and Ft. Benjamin Harrison, Indianapolis Indiana., then was in regular Army from May 1963-May 1966 serving in Hawaii and Vietnam.
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I too remember the new dress, new white shoes, new hat and new spring coat. I suppose some of the new clothes were necessary because I was growing, and last year’s stuff wouldn’t fit. But it was so exciting to wear them all on Easter Sunday, when we would go to church and listen to all the wonderful, uplifting hymns. And the big basket of treats after dinner was so special. I miss the excitement of those days. Maybe it’s because as an adult, we’re the ones who have to work so hard to make all those special things happen.
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I think you hit the nail right on the head, Patty — as adults, we wanted to make events like these so special and so perfect … that there would be no disappointments or inconveniences for our kids (or grandkids). So we heaped a lot of extra stress upon ourselves.
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I remember that every year, my mom would take out our previous year Easter hats and get them ready for Sunday morning church service. One hat in particular of mine had a stand up brim and she sewed big silk shasta daisys across the brim. I am so glad that my dad took photos that year. I will. always be able to see that little daisy hat, atop the head of a tiny girl, sitting on the sofa with her older sister, Pat, both with faces that say “I would rather be eating my Easter candy than having to be this dressed up.” Church ladies were always decked out in their finest and most wore beautiful springtime hats….I actually miss those days.
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I love this memory, Judy … and would love to see the photo of little Judy on the sofa in her Easter hat.
Yeah, it seems all the Easter pix I’ve seen of my family back then, the kids had that same expression: “enough already … we want to put on our play clothes!”
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I mostly remember the egg hunts. My Uncle Pete loved to hide the eggs. I’m chuckling now as I remember. Every year, he’d make it harder and harder. He even started in with the camoflage! 😀 When we were too old for the Easter Bunny, we still did the egg hunts anyway because we always had so much fun with them. 😀
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Every family needs a person like your Uncle Pete, who enjoys such things and makes it especially fun (& memorable) for the kids.
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Great memories! Chocolate was and still is my favorite. =)
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Mine, too, Tanya. Thanks for visiting today.
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